Scary

Meredith Cole gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove past the “Welcome to Pine Grove” sign, its faded paint peeling at the edges. Towering pines loomed on either side of the winding road, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers in the fading twilight. She took a deep breath, trying to quell the nervous flutter in her stomach. “New town, new start,” she murmured, more to convince herself than anything. At 35, starting over wasn’t exactly what she’d planned, but after the messy divorce from Mark, she desperately needed a change of scenery. When the librarian position in this sleepy mountain town had opened up, it had seemed like fate. ...

Zara’s boots crunched on broken glass as she made her way through the abandoned building. Shafts of pale moonlight pierced the gloom through gaps in the boarded-up windows. She swept her flashlight beam across peeling wallpaper and moldering furniture, alert for any movement in the shadows. A faint whisper reached her ears. She froze, straining to listen. There it was again - a sibilant hiss, barely audible. Zara’s hand tightened on the sonic disruptor at her hip. After years maintaining the city’s sound barriers, she knew all too well the dangers that lurked in the silence. ...

The wind howled through the jagged peaks, carrying whispers of ancient secrets. Mira Callen pulled her parka tighter, squinting against the swirling snow as she trudged up the steep mountain trail. Her boots crunched through a thin layer of ice with each labored step. “How much farther?” she called out to the broad-shouldered figure ahead. Eli Roth glanced back, his weathered face impassive beneath a fur-lined hood. “Another hour, maybe two. Depends how fast you city folks can move.” ...