Chapter 21
Too Close to Home
That night the pub was slow, so I’d sent everyone home. A storm had rolled in with its igniting clouds and angry thunder. I sat with a bottle of Jack Daniels at the bar listening to the rain under the gentle candlelight. Often during thunderstorms, we’d lose our electricity. You’d think since storms were a constant pastime around here, the town would repair the grid. No harm done. I had only a couple of customers leaving. Since Witch Haven practically sat on the bayou banks, flooding roadways were as common as bugs buzzing in the trees.
When midnight struck, the storm hit its peak, pounding the roof, wind snapping trees, lightning shattering the window-panes, and spilling into the pub.
Alone, I was enjoying my Jack Daniels when a blood-curdling scream pierc
