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Story: The Sun Down Motel
I blinked at her. “A woman,” I said. “The person who called the principal was a woman.” I picked up the scan of the letter and looked at it again. “This could be a woman’s handwriting, but it’s hard to tell.”
“It’s a woman’s,” Heather said. “Tracy’s mother had a handwriting expert analyze it.”
There were too many pieces. They were falling together too fast. And the picture they made didn’t make any sense. Who knew that Tracy was going to be killed? How? It couldn’t possibly be Vivian, could it?
And if Vivian knew that Tracy was going to be murdered, why couldn’t she save herself?
“Did you call Alma?” Heather asked.
“I sent her a text,” I said. “She said she was a night owl, but it’s still sort of weird to call someone you barely know in the middle of the night when it isn’t an emergency. I’m not even sure she texts, to be honest. If I don’t hear from her this morning, I’ll call her.” I looked at the time on my phone. “I should probably get back to the Sun Down. Not that anyone would know I’ve been gone.”
“Where’s Nick?”
“Off somewhere getting those negatives developed. He said there’s an all-night place in Fell.”
“That would be the ByWay,” Heather said, gathering her papers. “I think they still rent videos, too.”
“Fell is officially the strangest place on Earth.” I looked at Heather as she picked up her coat. “What would you say if I told you the Sun Down was haunted?”
She paused and her eyes came to mine, her eyebrows going up. “For real?”
“For real.”
She watched me closely, biting her lip. Whatever expression was on my face must have convinced her, because she said, “I want to hear everything.”
“I’ll tell you.”
“And I want to see it.”
I rubbed the side of my nose. “I can’t guarantee that. She doesn’t come out on command.”
“She?”
“Betty Graham.”
Heather’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “You’re saying that Betty Graham’s ghost is at the Sun Down.”
“Yeah, I am. Nick has seen her, too.”
“Is she . . . Does she say anything?”
“Not specifically, but I think she’s trying to.” I thought of the desperate look on Betty’s face. “There are others. There’s a kid who hit his head in the pool and died. And a man who died in the front office.”
“What?”
“Keep your voice down.” I waved my hands to shush her. “I know, it’s weird, but I swear I really saw it. Nick is my witness. I didn’t say anything before because it sounded so crazy.”
“Um, hello,” Heather said. She had lowered her voice, and she leaned across the table toward me. “This is big, Carly. I want to stake the place out. I want to get photos. Video.”
I looked at the excited splotches on her cheeks. “Are you sure that would be good for you?”
“I’ve read and seen every version of The Amityville Horror there is. Of course it’s good for me. I’m better with ghosts than I am with real life.”
“This is real life,” I said. “Betty is real. She’s dead, but she feels as real as you and me. And the first night I saw her, there was a man checked in to the motel, except he wasn’t. His room was empty and there was no car. I know—maybe he left. But I keep thinking back to it, and I’m starting to wonder if he didn’t leave at all.”
“If he didn’t leave, then where did he go?”
We looked at each other uncertainly, neither of us able to answer. The door to the diner opened and Nick walked in. He brushed past the dead-eyed truckers and exhausted-looking shift workers without a sideways glance. He had an envelope in his hand.
“Photos,” he said.
He sat on my side of the booth as I scooted over, as if he was already learning to stay out of Heather’s no-touch bubble. He brought the smell of the crisp, cold morning with him, no longer fall but heading for winter. He opened the envelope and dumped the photographs onto the table.
We all leaned in. There were four photos, each of the same subject from a different angle: a barn. It was old, half the roof fallen in. The photos were taken from the outside, first in front, then from farther back, then from partway down a dirt track.
“Why would Marnie take these?” Heather asked.
“Why didn’t she have prints?” Nick added. “Either she never made any, or she made them and gave them to someone.”
“It’s a marker,” I said, looking at the photos one by one. “This barn is important somehow. She wanted a visual record in case she ever needed to find it again.”
We stared at them for a minute. The barn looked a little sinister, its decrepit frame like a mouth missing teeth. The sagging roof was sad, and the front façade, with its firmly shut doors, was blank. It looked like a place where something bad had happened.
“Where do you think it is?” Heather asked.
“Impossible to tell,” I said. “There aren’t any signs. It could be anywhere.” I peered closer. “What do you think this is?”
In the farthest angle, something was visible jutting over the tops of the trees.
“That’s the old TV tower,” Nick said. “It’s gone now. They took it down about ten years ago, I think.”
I looked at him. “But you know where it was?”
“Sure I do.” He was leaned over the table, his blue gaze fixed on the picture. “It’s hard to tell what direction this is taken from, but it can’t be more than a half mile. These farther shots are taken from a driveway. A driveway has to lead to a road.”
I grabbed my coat. “We can go now. The sun’s starting to come up. We have just enough light.”
“Don’t you have to be at work?” Heather asked.
“They can fire me. I came to Fell for this, remember? This is all I want.”
“But we don’t know what this is,” she said, pointing to the pictures.
I looked at the pictures again. “It’s the key.” I pointed to the barn. “If Marnie wanted to be able to find that barn again, it’s because there’s something inside it. Something she might want to access again.”
“Or something she might want to direct someone else to,” Nick added.
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