Lake Hollow Secrets: Why Choose Suspense by Roisin Visser

Author:Roisin Visser [Visser, Roisin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-05-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Wilder Lee

Every day I collect her dog when he gets out. “C’mere, boy…” He’s a friendly guy, the first time I noticed him loose, he was sitting at my door tail wagging. “You’re moving better.” Ruffling the fur on his head, I pass him one of Ceily’s cookies. “Don’t break your teeth on this. I’ll get some real dog treats soon.” These may have concrete mix in them, her last cookies had the strange consistency of a boiled flip flop, with the taste of cinnamon crud. I’ve eaten some nasty food when I’ve been high, but I’ve never been so damn high that I could stomach this.

The front screen door of her cabin flaps as I open it for him, he sits down looking at me. “No, back in ya go.” I try for a few more minutes. Giving up, I do my best to re-secure the door. He follows me out to the lake. “Looking for some company, huh?”

I grew up with a dog, a mutt named Roscoe. He chewed through anything left on my bedroom floor, slept with me at night, and somehow knew when I’d have a spell. When he disappeared, I was sixteen, I decided I’d never pour my heart into another dog ever again. It’s a damn good thing that… what does she call him, Julius? Is her problem, not mine.

A rusty Subaru wagon pulls up with the other two in it, the dog rescuer always appears to walk. Not that I’m trying to keep tabs on her. The dog remains sitting next to me on the dock. I whisper to him, “Go… your family is home…” The happy fella won’t budge. “Go on… go.”

The same chick that hates it when I fire up my bike, spots us. Slowly moving our way with her hands on her hips, she calls, “Droolius!” That doesn’t propel him to move; he barely looks her way. “Hey, did you take my

cousin’s dog out of our cabin? That’s breaking and entering!” I should have seen that coming. “Dad!” she yells towards the cabin.

Getting up, I try to urge their dog back her way, by pulling at his black collar with skulls and crossbones. “He’s been getting out. I didn’t remove him,” I coldly reply to her. “Maybe make sure you close and lock your door from now on.”

Instead of backing down, she calls out again, “Dad!” I sense she didn’t even listen to me.

Rounding the corner of the cabin the redhead speeds our way. Coming to a dead stop when she sees me. Oh, fuck. “Why do you have my dog?”

The telltale sign that a seizure or vision, or whatever the fuck is wrong with me is coming, the tingling fingers, toes, some pressure in my head starts. I’m not doing this in front of them. I stalk away from them both, still firing questions at me, Droolius follows me barking a couple of times. Sorry, chum. I’m not sticking around to become the show.

The last thing I hear as the door shuts behind me is, “.

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