Michael's Texas Embrace

When she reached the third floor window she found it was not a glare that prevented her from seeing anything.  The window was blacked out.  And it was locked.  She shook it and hit the edges with her palms and it did not budge.  Puzzled, she descended the ladder and tried another window.  And another.  She tried every window on the third floor and found each of them the same: blacked out and locked tight.

She sat down in the grass and frowned at the house.  Was the third floor fake?  Just for show?  If that were true there would be a massive hollow space above the second floor.  It must at least be an attic or a storage space.  That would explain the surprising lack of personal effects in the cabin.  Other than the Hall of Werewolves, the interior was decorated with generic, rustic décor, as if it were for tourists—a rental, a caricature of a cabin.  Except for all the mounted heads, of course.

# posted by Michael : 10:38 AM