Here’s another snippet from the short story about Barbara and Elmer. I’m leaning toward The Warden’s Light as the title. Or maybe the Warden’s Lantern. I don’t know yet.
The light swerved and inched closer. It flashed against her glasses. Barbara held her breath. This was it. She was actually going to document a local legend. She’d be brave enough to speak up at the local paranormal investigators’ meeting and with their backing, Elmer would have to believe her. Her feet wanted to jump and kick with excitement, but she forced herself to remain calm, analytical, like she was studying a column of numbers for the anomaly.
The legend claimed a gold glow like an old lantern wandered the forest and Barbara suspected it was somehow connected to the prison that had been abandoned over a decade ago Some said it was a warden out searching for an escaped prisoner who ended up disappearing himself. Others that it was the inmate himself trying to escape.
But no one had ever allowed the light to get close enough to see what produced it. Most accounts referenced wetting themselves, then running like heck.
She didn’t understand the fear. It was a floating light not Freddy Kreuger.
I’m also guest blogging at the Grand Rapids Region Writers Group blog about why I don’t bake. Stop by and say hi! (And as an added bonus, the picture of my attempt can be used as an appetite suppressant. lol.)