Linda is about to open the invitation to End House.
It read,
“You are Cordially Invited
to
An Evening of Intrigue
Mysteries to Solve and
Games to Play
10:00 pm Sharp
Friday the 13th
End House at Oasis”
NO RSVP REQUIRED
JUST BRING YOURSELF
What a strange invitation. She didn’t want to
play any games or solve any mysteries. And what did BRING YOURSELF
mean? Who else would she bring if not herself?
She checked the envelope,
but couldn’t find a postmark. She also couldn’t find a name anywhere for a host or
hostess.
The mansion on the hill
stood dark and deserted after the last family had disappeared about five years
ago. The house looked sinister to her with its blacked-out windows. It was falling apart: sections of its roof, siding, and shutters had
been ripped off by the wind. But she hadn’t heard of any major storms in the
area that could have damaged the house in such a drastic way. And what had
happened to the poor family?
She had heard that End
House boasted a gigantic indoor pool with a Jacuzzi and sauna. It also had an
outdoor pool, which she couldn’t even get a glimpse of over the dense circle of
tall trees surrounding the property.
The house stood alone at the end of the drive with no neighbors nearby, jutting over the edge of the steep cliff with a
long drop to the jagged rocks below. Just thinking about it caused chills to
travel up and down her spine. She never planned on visiting that house—ever. But she could not dwell on that now: she had to get ready for the barbeque.
She didn’t have to bring
much since Mike and David
did most of the cooking. She returned to her kitchen, took out a few
steaks from the freezer, and packed them up with the strawberry pie that she’d
baked yesterday.
She climbed the stairs to
her dark bedroom. The turquoise and pink drapes were closed. She turned on the small
green lamp on the end table beside her bed. On her white embroidered quilt were her two cats, asleep together on her
pillow. They brought a little peace and sanity to her life that she sometimes
felt were lacking in this strange little town.
She changed into a
sweatshirt and jeans, ran back downstairs, grabbed her food, and then rushed out to the
barbeque.
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