Rock 'n' Roll Is Undead (Veronica Mason - Plot & Excerpts
You’d think I was on the moon or something. I tossed the phone back onto the seat next to me. No way to call for help. Now what would I do? My mind raced. During my last dream, the dark shadow had chased me and I now prayed that part wouldn’t come true. But the farmhouse had been true. It looked just as it did in the dream. Until I knew the coast was clear, I had to wait it out. Going back on the road would do me no good. Birds chirped overhead, but otherwise silence surrounded me. I stepped out of the car and navigated around the broken spots in the stone pathway. Bright green moss popped through the cracks. I eased around the side of the house, peeking down the long drive. A rumbling noise rattled in the distance. The sound of the hot rod was easily recognizable. The racket traveled down the road and faded as they continued past. Panic coursed through my veins and I wanted to run. But something made me freeze on the spot. I glanced over my shoulder to assess my options for fleeing.
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