“Mrs. Wilcox tells me I won’t get to go trick-or-treating this year. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
“I’m afraid so, Jeff, and send my apologies to Olivia.”
“Are you kidding? She lives for weddings. I’m not sure if you know it, but she’s president of the Elysian Woman’s Club. On top of that, she bakes and apparently, has plans for a colossal cake with a Halloween theme.”
“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful, so send her a big thank you.”
“I’ll do it, now climb on. We’ve got a tour to complete.”
“I haven’t ridden on a tractor fender in quite some time.”
“Well, hold on, so you don’t fall off. I’d hate to tell the Chief I ran over her fiance.
Our first stop was the old farmhouse where Jeff hurt his foot. Inside we descended steps into the basement, where I stopped halfway, expecting them to move like the ones at Doc’s house. Who, by the way, has taken to his new nickname quite nicely, as most everyone has started to refer to him in that way.
“Were not fancy over here, son. You’re going to have to keep walking.”
I watched as Jeff turned over a rusty can of screws. One of which he placed in a hole between two blocks until I heard a click.
“Put some pressure right there, Christian.”
As I did, a section of wall swung open, and we stepped into a small ten by ten room. The back wall was full of liquor bottles, and two shot glasses stood ready at the bar.
“This is your labyrinth?”
He chuckled. “Nonsense, this is where I come to get away from Olivia.”
“You old drunk, no wonder you hurt your foot.”
After pouring me a few rounds, he said, “follow me.” Which I did, watching out for nails, of course, as we crossed over boards fallen from the collapsed floor above. And just as before, he worked a small hole in the wall, revealing another doorway.
This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter seven.