The Haunting of Jennifer Kelly
A Whateley Academy 2nd Generation Tale
E. E. Nalley
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint...
Pat Carroll, Poor, Unfortunate Souls
October 8th, 2016
AMTRAC Nor'easter Express, north of Boston, MA
Jennifer drummed her fingers on the armrest as she watched the scenery fly past the window. It was still a bit early for true New England in the autumn scenery, but the country side was a pleasant change of pace from city. Some part of her vaguely remembered making this same trip, feelings of excitement and thrilling expectation and faces without the lit candles of thought for names. With each passing mile she felt more and more dread like a condemned prisoner walking her last mile towards execution.
Things would change because of this, of that she was certain, but how or to what was beyond her. She had tried to make her lover aware of her misgivings, but Sarah had only smiled and assured her of how pleasant the journey would be. They would spend the weekend in some quaint New England bed and breakfast, have a romantic get away, and finally put all these fears and worries behind them. Jennifer shook as she caught sight of her reflection in the window glass as though Wicked was watching her, waiting to strike and destroy her utterly.
Give me back my life.
Jennifer shuddered and the train rolled on down the tracks.