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|Room to Let (standard:horror, 2040 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Feb 27 2012||Views/Reads: 1448/964||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Mac Gregor,horror story writer,was in for a chilling surprise at the guest house.|
Room to Let As the rackety bus pulled up at the depot stop in the little town of Oakville Trevor MacGregor, writer, got off carrying a brown leather duffel bag. It was a small, quiet town in Georgia with many heritage houses from the Forties dotting both sides of the street. Just the place for me he thought looking around at the quiet surroundings. He noticed that there weren't many people around and the few he saw were all resting in the shades from the blazing noon day sun. A mangy dog nearby stretched and yawned widely, looked him straight in the eye, scratched its left ear which was slightly bitten off at the top, then went behind a store. He took in a deep breath and sighed."What a relief to get away from the mad, hustle bustle of the city. he went in search of lodgings. He saw a man lounging in front of a hardware store and approached him. "Good day ,sir, Is there a guest house around here?" "Yes, there sure is, young fellow, try the "Knife and Fork," it's jes a block ahead. Tell the landlady that Mac sent you ." The old guy then spat some tobacco juice in a bucket standing nearby and continued staring into space. MacGregor thanked the man, and sauntered up the dusty street. checking out the buildings. Finally, he found the place. It was a two storey building painted in white, with a well kept flower garden in front. The sign over the entrance read : " THE KNIFE AND FORK, BED AND BREAKFAST" in bold faded red letters. A little note beneath read : ‘Room to Let"in bold letters. MacGregor walked up the three steps, crossed a small porch, and pushed the door open. A bell tinkled as he entered. The lobby was a bit gloomy looking, with stuffed animals and porcelain ornaments everywhere. He walked over to the small counter and put down his luggage. Eventually an elderly lady dressed in gray, emerged from a small door behind the mahogany counter. She was carrying a small pot of flowers in her bony hands. She had a pair of bright blue gray eyes and cotton white hair. Setting the plant pot gently on the counter, she brushed down her apron and said in a strong voice ‘Welcome, Sir, I am Mrs. Robinson, the landlady, what can I do for you?" " I am looking for a place to stay for a few days. I saw your sign and Mac said....." He replied, nodding towards the front. The Landlady smiled, He seems quite a pleasant young man she thought " Well, young man, you are in luck. I do have vacant room to let. She turned an old register around to face him on the counter."Will you please sign here" she said, pointing a bony finger at a line. MacGregor took out a pen from his pocket, and signed his name, noticing that only two other tenants had registered previously. Both about a year ago, this made him curious. She looked at the signature. "It's ten dollars a week, Mr. MacGregor, including meals"." She said and added "in advance." Just then a short old man came into the lobby carrying basket of flowers. His beady eyes surveyed Mac Gregor from head to foot. “Oh, this is Rupert, my assistant.” said the landlady” and this is Mr. Mac Gregor.” Rupert smiled showing a couple of missing teeth and nodded.”Please to meet you ,Mr MacGregor” he said MacGregor nodded in response. The old man set down the basket then returned to the other room. "That will be fine." MacGregor he replied, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Their eyes met and she smiled. “She seems a pleasant enough woman he thought He paid. ‘I will give you your receipt later, She said pocketing the cash, "Now Click here to read the rest of this story (204 more lines)
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