I lost this chapter had to rewrite it
A pale haze misted over the cold autumn morning, it was a sign of something sinister to come. Flowerbud was covered in the darkness of the fog creating a somber mood. In the quiet of the morning before most people stirred, a shrill scream pierced the air.
Gwen sat up instantly. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. The scream jolted her out of the sleep that she had finally managed to succumb to after many glasses of wine with Lyla. The pink haired girl was next to her slowly starting to come out of sleep as well. Gwen fought the onslaught of dread that overcame her. Her only thought, was Kurt. It had to be something with Kurt.
"What was that?" Lyla asked, she rubbed her eyes wearily with the back of her hand.
"That is what I am going to find out," Gwen stated. She grabbed her firearm and bolted out the door. "Stay here!"
She slowly made her way through the thick fog. She heard another scream. No longer being cautious she ran towards the scream. Since it was still a bit dark out, it was hard to make out anything, but Gwen saw Ellen, the farmer's daughter running through the fog. Her face had a frantic look on it. Gwen ran up to Ellen calling out her name. Ellen appeared to be in a trance of some sort. She was staring off into the distance. At least she had stopped screaming.
"What is wrong?" Gwen asked. Ellen opened her mouth as if to speak, but said nothing. Instead she collapsed in Gwen's arms and started sobbing.
"I can't! I can't!" Ellen sobbed. Gwen felt fear grip her even more."In... woods..."
"What's in the woods Ellen?" Gwen urged. Ellen said nothing. Her eyes widened and she started shaking. "Ellen, you are safe, nothing is going to get you here. What is in the woods?"
Ellen pulled on Gwen's hand as a response. She could clearly see that the young girl was too traumatized by whatever she had seen to speak. Instead she led Gwen to an area in the woods. She stopped short before reaching where she could see the offending object. Gwen stopped short, lying in front of her was Kurt's body. Gwen felt her stomach drop. She had never before faitned at the sight of a crime scene, but this was the closest she'd ever gotten. Pulling Ellen away from the scene, Gwen steeled herself to prepare for the upcoming investigation.
Rachel's fear gripped her as she awoke early in the morning. A thick fog enveloped the entire town. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Upon leaving her house she saw a man walking through the farmyard. She froze in her tracks. She recognized this man. It was one of the men who haunted her memories. Rachel crept around the farmyard keeping herself well hidden in the fog. Her only thought was get to Tina. Tina would hopefully know what to do. She kept an ever watchful eye on the man who appeared to be searching the farm for something. Probably her. When she finally exited the property, She ran towards Tina's house, which thankfully was close by.
The young journalist looked perterbed by being woken up so early in the morning. Rachel quickly entered the house.
"What is going on?" Tina asked.
"Some man, he's in the farmyard, I remember him!" Rachel whispered.
"Wait, slow down," Tina signed. "Start from the beginning."
"Please we dont' have time! I need you to come back to my home with me!"
"What?" Tina asked confused.
"Please just come with me!" Rachel pleaded. Tina finally consented and they made their way through the back trails to Rachel's small house. On th way they could hear the man knocking on the main house. Rachel stood in the small farmhouse shaking, memories flooded over her that she couldn't stop. Terrible memories that made her shake to her core.
Vaughn heard the scream as he was laying in his bed. He assumed that someone had finally found the body of the young man. It did not worry him that the man was found, he had been hoping for the body to be found soon. It was all a part of his plan. Hopefully by the gruesome details coming out, the men who were still alive would finally understand the kind of danger they were in. He was not worried about being caught either. The cops were mostly incompetent, and the sheriff was nothing more than a pretty face. He had eluded capture so many times, the fear of being arrested was no longer prevalent.
Henry was frustrated at the knock on the door that abruptly woke him up from his slumber. He was a typically early riser, but this was even early for him.
"What?" Henry asked groggily. He didn't bother to hide his displeasure with the overweight man standing at his door.
"I'm looking for my wife," Jamie lied. "She was in an accident... She is missing." Henry became intrigued. Perhaps this was the answer to Rachel's past.