Ch.1: Over at the Frankenstein Place
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the RHPS characters. The only character I own is Kayla.
What was I thinking? In both anger and grief, Kayla Dalson slammed her hands against the steering wheel of her black station wagon, laid her head down, and began to sob. She had assumed that her car- a vehicle bought with her hard-earned money- would be able to get her to work and back. She was half-right; the machine had carried her to her job with plenty of time to spare. But on the way home, it had given out on a dirt path that led through the now-darkened woods.
The cold fog condensed on her windows and Kayla shuddered. Ominous thunder clouds gathered above her; tell-tale signs of the fast-approaching storm. Alone, far away from any town or even a pay phone, Kayla felt as lost as a child stranded in the woods. Which, she supposed, she was. After all, she was only seventeen. Then again, that didn't matter in her family. Her wealthy parents paid little heed to the fact that Kayla and her sisters were still considered children in the eyes of adult society and let the three Dalson girls do pretty much whatever they desired. Out of the three, only Kayla had stayed on the straight and narrow path. Lucy and Michelle, Kayla's sisters, had thrown themselves into the wild world of rich parties when they were only thirteen.
Lightning flashed across the sky, jerking Kayla out of her meditations. Stormy weather was only going to make finding help more difficult. Kayla started out her windows, not expecting to see anything that could help her, but to her surprise, her hazel eyes spotted a flickering light a few feet away. Curious, Kayla wiped at her eyes and looked harder. Yes, there it was: a soft glow in the middle of the woods. Oh, well, better than nothing.
Kayla stepped out of her car and (sure enough), it began to rain. Kayla slammed her door and took off running toward the light. The water pelted her skin, which was sticky with ice cream, syrups, and stained with food coloring. Carvel was never a fun place to work, but when your customers actually threw ice cream back at you, it suddenly got a lot worse. Hurrying through the dark woods, Kayla soon came to the source of the light: an old grey castle.
Kayla froze on the castle's front porch. She had heard of this place. "The Old Frankenstein Place" was what it was known as around town and quite frankly, the name suited the setting. The castle was quite creepy and looked just right for mad scientists to stay while experimenting on dead bodies. But creepy or not, the castle and whatever inhabitants resided inside were Kayla's only hope of getting help. So she raised her hand and knocked on the old wooden door.