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What the Rain Forgot to Say (SP-RP 11) 2/1/2019 - 8/6/2019

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This was the second time Tito's unexpected passenger left his truck abruptly, but unlike the first, he called out to her knowing full well the danger she put herself in going near the sinkhole. He bolted out the door and quickly made his way over to her and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her back.

" Come on, this isn't safe. We need to get out of here..!"

Jenn stumbled back at Tito's earliest tug, but continued to stare baffled down into the magnificent hole. Albert Rich came up behind the two and peered down without getting too close.

"What is it?" Jenn said. Her voice echoed the awe and wonder of the moment.

Albert replied with his usual gravity. "The next consumer of taxpayers dollars."
"Here," he said, "you kids should get out of the weather. I'll call the Police Department and see about this street getting closed off."

Despite the prompt, Jenn still gazed in wonder at the anomaly in the road. She was beginning to feel that the hazard of going out in a storm at night - which for her had been one chaotic event after another - was as equally adventurous as dangerous. "Besides," thought she, "I can't get any more wet than I already am." She hardly knew whether returning to Tito's truck or going in Town Hall was the best option for the moment, so she ultimately stood in the rain a bit longer.

Tito looked at the sinkhole for one last time before turning to Jenn.

" Let's get back to the truck."

He started moving towards the vehicle but then turned back- just checking that Jenn was coming. After Tito's experience with Jenn so far, he was learning she was a leap-without-looking type and needed to have an extra eye on her; It made him think of babysitting his younger siblings.

"Let's get back to the truck."

That was a good idea. After all, the truck still contained the wet 'n furry sewer monster Jenn had dutifully plucked out of the storm drain earlier. Jenn agreed, and followed Tito back to his truck.

Once safely inside, shivering quite well now, Jenn looked at her escort.

"I'm so sorry," She said, " T-t-this night can't g-get any weirder."
She thought better of her words afterward, but left the statement uncompromised.
"Th-thank you again f-for all y-your help t't'tonight. We can g-go another way."

Jenn rubbed her arms and legs furiously, hoping to warm herself as she considered the next best route home. She thought of turning back on Morus Road and taking the other end, but she knew the road ended abruptly and a dirt corner had to be crossed. "No doubt," thought she, "The odious potholes - Mabel's lament - are filled with water and mud now; it'd be a dreadful hazard for any vehicle."
The only other route was on Murphy Street and up the avenue through the cemetery. Oh, a creepy thought if ever there was one! Jenn regretted her previous statement about the night, and worried she jinxed herself. She knew going the long way around the cemetery meant skirting the edges of town, and the hazards in that direction were possibly too great to consider.

Thus, having considered, Jenn knew she would either face ghosts or werewolves getting home, and having already verified the existence of the latter, she hoped the former was simply a story. So it was. Challenge accepted. Jenn determined that the quickest route was up the avenue through the graveyard. She reasoned that even if she met a ghost or zombie along the way, at least she would be closer to bed, comfort, and possibly a heavy swatting pan.

Hearing Jenn's chattering teeth, Tito instinctively went straight for turning the heat up in the truck. He listened to her as, for his own reassurance, slowly backed the truck up to get away from the pot hole in front of them.

" Alright, let's try another way then..." Tito spoke as he slowly proceeded to turned his truck around, his voice low and tense.

Jenn tried to control her shivering to no avail. She pointed out the way and braced herself. The cemetery was just behind the Police Station, and by all means it was much more ominous at night than it ever could be during the day. As they took the turn on Murphey street, Jenn glimpsed the long dark road to the library through the rain, and wished she were going that direction instead. Lightening flashed and the black sky lit up. The sound hit the truck like a rhino! Jenn winced and the cat began again to yowl.

As the truck took another left turn, it entered the cemetery. The first ominous sign was the enormous trees with their bare arms sprawling out over the road. The next was a thicket of black bushes and overgrown vines rattling in the wind. The road was long and narrow. The shadows were dark and deep. The only light came from the yellow headlights, for the cemetery was bereft of street lamps.

Jenn continued to brace herself as she stared at the rain pounding on the windshield. Though visibility was limited, she could already see the pale grey headstones peeping out at her. Then the truck came out of the bushes, and entered an open field dotted with dark pillars...

Tito was too focus to really hear the thunder that sounded loudly through the truck. He was so focused he barely noticed that Jenn had pointed them into the local cemetery. He saw the gravestones in his peripheral view, but his mind didn't let him aknowledge them. Maybe he was a little too focused, but still he strained his eyes on the road trying his best to not to let another pot hole creep up on him. The storm made the roads extremely hazardous and he was determined he would not be a victim to them.

Jenn sat rigidly in the passenger's side of the truck. She kept her eyes outside, and watched the landscape form around the headlights. She saw pale headstones materialize out of the black, and saw tall indiscernible figures standing out against the darkness of the field.
In the front of her mind, Jenn tried not to let her expectation of ghosts carry away her imagination, but it was really too late for that. With the wind blowing through the barren trees, and the rain cascading in torrents down the windshield, the scene was all too perfect for stirring up haunting memories and terrifying tales. Soon, Jenn was remembering another night, much like this one, when she saw a strange creature dart out of a dark alleyway. She remembered the fingers it had on its paws, and how it appeared to stretch out like a human as it came flying at her friends. Before then, Jenn often heard stories of wolves in the mountains around Reknab Bend - and more than that, she had seen the puncture wounds left in the skin of patients at the clinic. She always rather hoped, back then, that it was caused by a large dog and not a wolf at all. But even a wolf was better than the truth she now knew.
Waiting for a werewolf to materialize out of the darkness, Jenn almost created one in her mind; once, she saw a dark lump hunched over by a tree. It turned out to be a bush, but the next moment she saw an even more convincing shadow appear through the rain. It was gone the next moment. Then, she began to see people. It took her breath away the first time she saw one - a human figure standing upright on the field, hardly dressed, and reaching out toward her. Her heart stopped and started beating again before she realized is was a statue. Another human form was laying right by the road, looking dead, sprawled out on a stone, covered by a grey blanket as dead as itself. Again, another figure was kneeling at the foot of a tree with barren ivy climbing her stony face. And so on, as Jenn saw one she would see another, until everywhere she looked she was sure to see some human figure.
Then, lightening flashed! Jenn's heart leapt and she gasped audibly, for there it was!  - A great black wolf standing among grave pillars out in the field.
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Tito automatically hit the brakes at the sound of Jenn's gasp. He was about to ask her what was wrong once more, but with a quick turn of his head, his eyes finally seemed aware of the eerie cemetery which surrounded them- And caught sight of the wolf and nearly gasped himself. He breathed, his attention completely lost now. His brown eyes stared deep into the eyes of the wolf's, fixated on it. ....This wolf wasn't Saber, was it...?

Jenn practically leapt out of her skin at the sudden jerk of the car, and the small furry hitchhiker broke another yowl at the jolt! In a moment of terrified alarm that defied natural caution and common sense, the cat burst from the backseat flailing it's paws wildly! Jenn ducked her head, narrowly saving her ear from its claws as the cat flew past and hit the windshield. It scrambled across the dashboard and darted back under the seats quicker than a blink, but it left Jenn's heart pounding. When she looked out the window again, the wolf was gone.

"Go, go go go!" Jenn cried out frantically. She must have forgotten the old superstition about black cats when she decided to save one from a storm drain, but now she was rethinking bringing it with her through the graveyard. The cat was nuts!

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