It’s the first time she’s been at Manner Heights .
Standing alone in front of the window overlooking the portico in her assigned
guest bedroom, she watches as lightning flashes across the sky.
"Great,” she says. “I was hoping to
be the talk of the town. To think I was invited to this weekend’s ‘party of
parties’, but, with this storm, it will be a wash out."
Hearing a knock on her door, she walks over
and yanks it open. Fear fills her mind, but it’s too late. She knows she’s done
the wrong thing as she sees and feels the knife plunge deep into her chest.
Quickly she looks into the eyes of her killer, but dies before she can even ask
why.
Monday morning, Mike is sitting in
Bob's coffee shack reading the paper.
When Mike says, "Nothing ever
happens like that around here in Woodall."
"Like what?" Jerry asks.
"You know. That girl killed up at Manner Heights
Saturday night during the storm."
"Now, Mike, you know I was out of
town all weekend. What girl and how was she killed?" Jerry asks.
Mike just shakes his head. "You
know - the girl who got stabbed to death - the one at the Manner Height party?
Hell, you have to have heard? She’s the talk of the town."
"The talk of the town. You don't
say," Jerry whispers.
“What did you say, Jerry?” Mike
asks. “Hey, Bob, turn that television
down. We can’t even hear ourselves talking over here.”
“Look it’s my place and I’m trying to
hear about that girl’s murderer,” Bob yells back. “Besides, they’re saying on the news she isn’t
the first girl to die up there. It seems some girl jumped from a third floor
bedroom window twenty years ago. That’s not all. Five years later another girl
was found face down in the pool with nothing on. They thought it was just bad
luck till this one.”
“What make this one different?” Mike
asks.
“I think it might have something to do
with the knife in her chest,” Jerry chimes in.
“No. That’s not it,” Bob says as he
tries to hear the last of the News report. “The guy on the news just said each
time a girl died, they were having a weekend party. I sure wouldn’t want my
daughter going up there to a party.”
Jerry and Mike speak at the same time:
“Bob, you don’t have a daughter.”
“Well, if I did, I wouldn’t let her go
there, that’s for sure.” Bob snaps as he picks up a dish towel and throws it at
them.
“Sorry, guys, but it’s time for me to
go,” Jerry says. “The boss wants me at work first thing tomorrow morning and I
still have a lot to do.”
Jerry mutters under his breath, as he
leaves the coffee shack, “Work is the last thing I have to worry about right
now.”
Driving out of town, Jerry keeps looking
over his shoulder, as if someone is following him. After making sure the coast is
clear, he turns onto a dirt road that leads to a private lake that people
forgot about years ago. On the north side of the lake he stops at a run down cabin.
Getting out of his car, he looks up the hill and sees the roof of Manner Heights .
Jerry looks at the base of the trees and sees they’re still overgrown with
brush.
“I wonder how many people even remember
this old cabin and boat house is still here? Hell, none, I hope,” he says, as
he opens the trunk of his car and takes out sacks of food. One last quick look
around, then he closes the trunk, opens the door of the cabin and walks inside.
On the table an oil lamp is lit and
food wrappers are all over the floor and table. In the far corner, a pile of newspapers
and rags are heaped up. Jerry checks all the windows; the old carpet is still
hanging in place. Jerry reaches over with his foot and closes the door.
“You can come out now, sis. It’s just
me,” he says as he moves the table over so he can open a trap door.
“Jerry, is that you? Are you alone? You
sure no one followed you?” Jerry hears a voice as the trap door falls from his
hands and crashes to the floor.
“When did you get out?” Jerry says to
someone under the floor.
“Last week, brother dear. But what do
you care? You never came to see me. For fifteen years you locked me away and
never talked to me. Not even once in all that time.”
“Ranie, you know what the doctor said. The
only way you would get better was if I sent you away and locked you up. It was
for your own good, sis.”
“Well, I’m free now, brother, and you
can’t send me back.”
“I know,” says Jerry. “I know. Besides,
I thought the doctor was wrong to try and lock you up, sis. It wasn’t your
fault. I tried to tell him it was Franklin Manner the III’s fault. Look, sis, I
have some things in the car for you to wear. I’ll try and get back tomorrow
night. Till then, please keep out of sight and don’t go back up to Manner Heights .
Not now. Not after what happened Saturday night.”
Wednesday morning Jerry walks into
Bob’s coffee shack and sits down at his usual spot.
“Morning, guys,” Jerry says. “How’s it
going? Anything new happen?”
Bob shakes his head. “You guys never
watch the news or read the paper do you?”
Jerry looks over at Bob. “Don’t tell me
another girl has been killed up at Manner
Heights ?”
“No,” Bob says. “This time Old Man Franklin
Manner the III was found dead. They found him in the wine cellar. Guess how he
was killed.”
“By a pack of wild dogs,” Jerry says
with a grin.
Bob growls. “You
guys never take anything seriously. With a knife stuck in his chest -just like
the girl. It seems they brought down a doctor from Michigan to help with the murder. Some head
shrink.”
“What’s his name?” Jerry asks.
“A Doctor Cleveland something. I don’t
remember. I did hear that he knows something about the two girl’s death, though,”
Bob adds.
Jerry jumps up. “Hell, guys, I left the
water on at home. I have to go.” He tosses down a dollar and hurries out the
door.
As he drives back toward the cabin,
Jerry keeps saying over and over, “Why did I have to tell Doctor Cleveland
everything? Why? Now sis is in trouble. He’ll know where she’s hiding. I have
to get her out of there.”
As Jerry pulls open the door of the cabin
and steps inside there, in a chair at the table, sits Dr. Cleveland.
“Hi, Jerry. How’s it going?” Dr.
Cleveland asks. “Have you seen your sister lately?”
Jerry looks around the room. The Doctor
is sitting on top of the trap door.
“Maybe he’s forgotten about it,” Jerry
hears a soft whisper from behind him. “You know, brother. The tunnel we dug
from here up to old man Franklin’s wine cellar. Then we installed that secret
door only you and I should know about.”
“Well” Jerry whispers back. “Only you,
me and the doc.”
“You always did talk too much,” he
hears his sister whisper in his ear.
Doctor Cleveland clears his throat.
“Jerry, the police are outside and you have to come with me. Jerry, can you
hear me? I said you have to come go with me.”
“Ok, Doc, tell the police I’m coming
out,” Jerry says.
As Doctor Cleveland opens the door, he
feels a sharp pain in the back of his head before everything goes blank.
“Damn, sis, why did you do that? He was
trying to help us,” Jerry snaps at his sister.
“Because I’m not getting locked up
again, brother. I told you that the other day,” Ranie snaps back. “Now hurry!
We’ll take the tunnel to the main house and steal a car. We can be out of the
country in less than a day. If we go north to Canada then to the west coast we’ll
fool the lot of them.”
As Jerry closes and locks the trap door
from the inside, he hears the cops bursting into the cabin, yelling and
stomping around.
“There’s no one in here, Sergeant,”
Jerry hears a policeman say.
“Rookie, check the rafters, then the
boat house. They can’t have gone far,” another policeman’s voice rings through.
“Yes, Sergeant,” the first man says
again.
Jerry pushes his sister as fast as he
can down the narrow tunnel. As they get to the end his sister pulls a small
rock out of the wall to peek into the wine cellar.
“I don’t see anyone. Help me with this
wall,” she says.
As Jerry crawls through the door, he feels
hands grab him and then throw him to the floor.
“Run, sis. Run. It’s a trap,” Jerry
screams.
As Doctor Cleveland walks up to the
patrol car, parked in the portico, holding a bag of ice to his head, a policeman
stops him.
“We’re still looking for his sister.
She seems to have gotten away. It was dark in the wine cellar and she must have
slipped by.”
“His sister? He only had one sister and
she was his twin. She leapt to her death after using drugs at a weekend party
over twenty years ago. Right from that window,” Doctor Cleveland says as he
points to a window on the third floor overlooking the portico. “The bad part
about it is that Jerry was standing right over there. Just a few feet from
where his sister landed.”
“If that’s so,” the officer asks. “Then who was he talking to in the wine
cellar when we grabbed him?”
Doctor Cleveland smiles. “His twin sister,
officer. His twin sister.”