Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

“There…there….that’s good,” the female eased out, Vincent aware by the sound of her voice that she found herself clever.

 

“What do you seek?” he managed to drag out.  Kregg had collapsed into a heap beneath him.  No cherry pie tonight.

 

“Perhaps it is I who should be asking you that question,” the woman jerked out, following her mocking statement with a shrill laugh.  

She sounded like a bat that had inhaled an unfair share of laughing gas, Vincent decided as he tried to find a way out of their predicament.

 

“But,” she continued, pausing to fill the air with her painful laugh again, “I know what you seek!  This?” she questioned, cramming Vincent’s wallet in front of his face.  If not for the cross, he would have taken off her head faster than a mouse on cheese.

 

“Yes…that’s it…mine.”

 

“Yes, yours,” she admitted, the laugh suddenly extinguished.  “Tell you what.  I’ll lower my cross if I have your word that we can chat about an agreeable arrangement, eh?  Want to strike a bargain, pretty boy?”

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Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.

 

Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read