Page 4 of Hollow House

My eyes had been set on her since I first saw her in town.

That little bar, Val’s.

That was when I knew I had to make her mine.

Each year was the same. I found someone to entertain me through the night. There were plenty of woman capable and willing who came to Hollow House, but no one had truly satiated me. My appetite only grew each year.

I needed the one who would stay forever.

The second I saw her long, brown hair trailing down her back, pink streaks mixed in, heard the way she laughed as the waitress handed her a drink, I knew she was the one.

I had eyes and ears everywhere.

Everyone wanted an invite to Hollow House. Most never received it. This was my game, my muse, and I wouldn’t share it with just anyone.

Only those with potential were invited, those like me, whom the world cast aside and doubted. Now look at us.

I found the perfect prey to welcome into our midst.

It only took twenty minutes of digging to find out who she was.

I sat at the bar in the quaint little town center and researched until I had everything I needed. Her friend kept glancing my direction, but I didn’t mind. I would be gone before she noticed.

I finished my glass of whiskey in a single gulp and left the waitress a fifty dollar tip. It was the least I could do to give back to the small town that accepted my depravity. They craved it, coveted it.

Who was I to deny them?