Nancy Hubert scowled as she got out of her car. Her trusty yellow vehicle was normally so reliable. She had after all managed to cross most of the country in order to get to school and start on her journalism degree in that car. Now all it had to do was get her to this little out of the way town so she could have the best paper on an old small town legend and it decides to break down on her.
With a huff she pulls her black hat down against her head, trying to ignore the way the wind was blowing her black hair about. It had been a nice sunny day when she had left that morning, making her shortall a good choice for the weather, but she seemed to have driven into this storm out of nowhere. The sound of thunder overhead made her jump and she tried to hurry to lift the hood of her car.
After a few moments of pretending like she actually knew what the hell she was looking at Nancy sagged in defeat. It seemed that simply stare at the inner working of her vehicle would not in fact magically make her understand how it all worked or what was wrong with it. With a growl of frustration she slammed the hood back down and got back in the car.
After a few minutes of fruitless attempts she had confirmed that her phone was getting no service and she had no idea where she was. With a huff she grabbed the flashlight and a few other odds and ends from her glove box and got out. Making sure she had everything she might need in her purse she locked up the car and set out down the dirt road in search of civilization.
After about a quarter of an hour of walking Nancy was surprised to stumble across what appeared to be an abandoned mansion. “What the hell,” she whispered shining her flashlight over the signs and in the direction of the building before her. “No way.” Digging through her bag she pulled out a pictured and held it up and… yep that was the place she had planned to do her story on.
Letting out a small laugh at this odd twist of fate she stowed the picture away. She had meant start in town looking up public records but no one would really complain if she had a little glance inside first, right? Besides there might be a working landline inside, or some other way to call for help. That though in mind she hurried to the front door, holding tight to her hat as a fresh breeze tried to take it away.
“Hello,” she called as she knocked. “Is anyone here? I’m sorry but I broke down and the storm…” To accent her point a bolt of lightning seemed to flash by right above her. She barely held back a shriek before trying the door knob and finding it unlocked. “I’m just coming in to get out of the weather. I promise I won’t be a problem,” she called out as she stepped inside.
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