The Dweller
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Gordon Brewer - Author/Creator
We followed another trail heading in the direction the sheriff gave us. The afternoon sunlight gave us a pleasant view of the lake on our right as we walked to the shoreline. Lisa remained silent except for filming shots of our hike and narrating our findings so far. For some reason, she didn’t mention my telephone conversation. I took her reluctance to bring out that topic came from her concerns about my stability. Or, more likely, she didn’t see it as good for her idea of the video program. When I thought about it from her perspective, I could see the point. What I told her had nothing to do with Bob's disappearance. Instead, she wondered about my sanity. Hell, I wondered about that as well at the time. However, I knew the voice I heard wasn’t from my imagination. That left only me with one option. I needed to heed the ominous vibes that surrounded me since we had left the truck.
As we walked along, I noticed a strange aura filled the air. Similar to the pool area at the resort, a kind of brooding stillness electrified your skin and made me look around for a source. I’ve been in forests before, so the feeling didn’t come from the tall pines encroaching on the blue-black waters of the nearby lake. No, I was sure it wasn’t fear that pricked my thoughts. Instead, a sense of foreboding overshadowed us amid the beauty of nature. My eyes observed everything while the feeling of someone watching us kept coming back at each unusual sound. Still, I couldn’t escape the image of a mouse unable to see the hawk waiting to swoop down with its talons. Running my hand through my hair, I glanced at Lisa, then looked over at the lake again.
