The country was very different from the city, Blair realized, sitting on her porch after a big storm. The corn stalk in the field across the road rattled against each other. There was always an eerie vibe after a storm. Blair's phone buzzed on the table next to her and she glanced down at the message and sighed.
Arlo: Have you found anything yet?
She turned the screen upside down and sipped on her coffee. Her brother wanted updates on their father. He thought that Blair was out looking for him- Kreacher had disappeared almost three years ago.
Blair huffed as she bitterly recalled the panicked phone call her brother gave her that night. But Blair couldn't have cared less. She told her brother that she would go looking for him after college.
She lied.
As soon as Blair graduated she booked it to a small town in the country. Blaur wanted nothing to do with her family. She just wanted to be out where she was, researching spooky cryptids and writing neat little stories and trying to sell them to the newspaper. For some reason no one wanted to publish them.
Blair hops up as she hears a low growl in her yard. She hops down the stairs and winces as the mud squelches under her feet. She glanced up at the sky, watching clouds go over the moon. She moved to the side of her house and peered into the bushes, glowing eyes looking back at her. Blair tilted her head curiously and pushed the leaves aside, moving towards it.
The Locals told her to stay away.
The Locals knew the dangers of living out there.
But Blair didn't listen.
When the farmer across the road heard Blair's blood curdling screams at two in the morning, he didn't come to the poor city girl's aid. He just locked the windows and shut the blinds, saying a quick prayer and going back to sleep.
Come sunrise, Blair Pierson was no more than a torn up corpse. The farmer found her lying in a pool of her own blood when he went to check. Her stomach was gored out and clawed footprints went around the corpse in circles. The farmer called the cops and left a small bowl of milk near the bush.
The funeral was small. Blair's brother showed up, along with a college friend and the town's librarian. If the town had a say in things here, they would have dumped Blair's body in the woods as an offering- or at least have told the Pierson family to get the hell out and bury her somewhere else. But Arlo Pierson was firm when he made arrangements for her body to be buried in the cemetery near her house. It was the only place she ever chose to be- so it was only fitting that she was laid to rest there. And that is where she would stay.
Until one day.
