Twelve Fifteen

The combination of lightening, wind and rain tore up the mid-western sky. Only a fool would have gone out into that kind of weather and Brook was a fool. The typical bully with an agenda to do anyone he found harm. Tonight, was no different, he was on the rode looking for his latest prey. Stopping by McNeilly’s he sat with his lights off on his old ford truck. A present his father had given him before he slapped him and his mother around on his sixteenth birthday. He sat in the silence of the black truck watching the waves of rain making its way across the silent town.

He had heard the myths of his home town and believed none of them. host didn’t visit the dead town and collect souls. He had life their all his life and he never saw or encountered one. His eighteen-year-old filled his mind with all the things he wanted to do to his next victim. When the twelve fifteen buses rolled into the station. A perfect opportunity as one figure stepped through the opened door. He knew she was not from there as she ran to the door of the station and pulled at it unsuccessfully. Brock scoffed at her attempt and unlocked his truck door. Boy was he going to have some fun. He didn’t let the rain bother him as it soaked through his jacket.

Plastering a fake smile on his face, he walked slowly towards her.

“The bus station is closed.”

“What?” she turned squinting her eyes at the person with the voice.

“I said the bus station is closed.”

“Oh no, I was supposed to call my aunt and my phone is dead. You don’t happen to have one. I…I mean can I use yours?”

“Oh yeah sure its in my truck.”

Brook covered the anticipation in his voice as he pointed behind him. She was so trusting. He couldn’t wait to get her to the truck. They both climbed in and Brock handed her his phone.

“Hey, I think there is something wrong with your phone.”

Brock smiled evilly as he stared into her eyes before his fist collided with her temple. He turned off the highway and headed along the dirt road to the old Temple’s place. The old couple had long died after their daughter’s abduction and the house now stood alone. Parking he got out and crossed to the other side, Brock wasted no time in getting his victim from the truck. Kicking the door open he stood in the doorway staring into the darkness of the old house. He was about to deposit her in the nearest room when a cold wind blew through the house.

Brock squinted against it before he was pulled further inside the house. Gone was the weight of the girl upon his shoulder. She now stood before him watching with the whites of her eyes. He neat attire gone, torn clothing replaces it as blood seeped from a gash in her throat.

“Who? What are you?”

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

Brock’s eyes widened in terror as her face elongated and her eyes grew. Taking a step back he reached for the door handle. He felt the tug on his jacket collar and he screamed. Her breath brushed against his ear as she whispered his earlier thoughts.

“I have a world of fun planned for you. I will cut you and bleed you slowly but I won’t kill you. As fast as you planned on gutting me. I will reach inside of you and twist your organ and tear them into small pieces to feed you. I will make you scream with the horrors I will instill tonight. I will make you scream.”

It was twelve twenty in the old town that housed the Temple’s home. All the town knew never to go out on a night like this. The Temple ghost always returned. No one went to his aide as they recognized Brock’s screams as they echoed in the night.