The Bounded Kross {Short Story for now}

Chapter Two: The Returns

She drops a coffee cup on the ground; a flashback of last night hits her fast. Tears came from her eyes sitting on the stool in the kitchen. She thinks to herself how she would tell her sister if she does not return, grabbing her shoes from by the front door. The sun hits her face and feels like a hangover that never goes away. When she heads into town, she looks in the window of every building on Kreek Street. There is still no sign of her and watch people walking down the street, glancing overseeing Robby Silverton walking toward her.

"There is Robby; I should go speak to him and ask if he saw my mother," Hazel talked to herself.

Hazel Stared at her phone still, says no messages or voice mails.

"Hey, Hazel, I heard what happened at the Kreek, the other night. I am glad you, all of you are all right. It was somewhat strange that it happened to you Like happened to me. Everyone said I was crazy. I saw someone that night." Robby responded.

"Nevertheless, I did not even remember getting to the party. I thought I was a dreaming. When I, Hazel woke up at the Kreek. Thanks, have you seen my mother, anywhere? I cannot seem to find her. There was a tornado in front of my house last night." Hazel replied.

He looked at Hazel with a crazed look.

"Do not say that to other people. They will think, you are crazy and probably put you in a nut house. No, I have not seen her at all today. Did you check over at, hawk's home yet? You know, she always hangs out there always." Robby responded.

"It has not called a nut house anymore. They call it asylum these days. Nope, I have not checked there, which, I will do in a few. You swear you did not feel or see that tornado last night?" Hazel replied.

"What tornado did I see, Hazel? I did not see a twister last night. Maybe, you just had a bad dream. It is, called lucid dreaming. I am sure you know what it means." Robby said.

Hazel knew it was not a bad dream; it felt real to her. Next, she thought Robby would say ghost were real. Hazel knew she could have been there. Waking up next to everyone.

"How could I, even be dreaming? I was wide awake the whole time! Huh, you tell me, Supernaturalist. Come on, dream expert." Hazel asked.

"I am not a dream expires or a Supernaturalist. Remember earlier; you do not remember what happened. It was the stories, I said, Harley. However, I have to get back to work." Robby explained.

Robby walked into his bar and went behind the counter. Hazel walks into the store next door. One of the deputies was there, buying a few things. Her radio kept going off too.

"Hey Abby and Mr. Leaf, you two seen my mother, today? I have not seen her all night. She has not texted or called me at all. She has never gone this long before." Hazel responded.

"No, I have not seen, your mother. If we see her, I will let her know. She has to be missing for 24 hours. Before we could even declare her as missing, call me miss. Stem or deputy stems, on duty. She probably still at the hospital, working. I have to go back to work. I hope you find, your mom; remember, if she does not return in 24 hours, then tell me." Deputy Stem replied.

Hazel saw Deputy Stem leaves in her truck. Meanwhile, After Hazel leaves the store; a stranger on a motorcycle came down the road.

"Nice bike." Hazel {screamed} out.

The stranger gave her creepy look as if the stranger knew about her. She got off a nice motorcycle in front of Robby's bar. The strange person reviled itself as an attracted woman. She walks into the bar, sitting on a stool with a pink blackberry torch in her hand. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and five feet Six inches tall. Her age looked about thirty-two years old.