Chapter 7
by RedRightHand
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Circle back to the motel
I return to my motel room, tired but determined to examine the evidence I've accumulated. I lay everything out on the bed, taking notes. My eyes scan the array of evidence I've found so far, searching for connections, patterns, anything that could point me towards the truth.
I grab a large corkboard from the pickup truck and a spool of red yarn, determined to connect the pieces of this puzzle. With meticulous precision, I pin the various pieces of evidence onto the corkboard, using the red yarn to weave lines between them. I pause, taking a step back to study my work.
It's beginning to take shape, but there are still many unanswered questions. Satisfied with my progress, I stand back and observe my newly minted conspiracy wall. It's far from complete, but it's a start. A start to unraveling the dark truths that seem to be hidden on this campus.
I feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at me, and I decide it's best to let my mind rest and process the information I've gathered. I lay down on the bed, pulling my caramel leather jacket over me as a makeshift blanket. The familiar smell of the jacket, mixed with the protection it provides, lulls me into a sense of comfort.
With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep. Jolene, my succubus mother, does not bother my slumber this time. I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, unaware of the dangers that await my awakening. A few hours later, I wake up, feeling a bit more rested, and pull my caramel leather jacket back on.
As I sit up in bed, I try to gather my thoughts and decide on my next move. My gaze drifts to the corkboard, and I remember the evidence, the connections, and the many questions that still need answers. My mind races, considering the possibilities. I stand, ready to face this mystery head on.
I can't shake the feeling that I'm getting closer to the truth, but I need more information to confirm my suspicions. I leave my motel room, prepared to unravel the mystery and put an end to the tragedies that have befallen the students of this once peaceful campus.
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Bells At Midnight
Jezebel James, Occult Detective
An urban fantasy story about Bells, a beautiful Half- Succubus and relentless occult detective and paranormal investigator.
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Updated on Feb 5, 2025
by RedRightHand
Created on Jan 23, 2025
by RedRightHand
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