Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part one:

Bo was standing in the middle of life. At least that’s what she told herself. 50. Most people laughed at her when she said, ‘I’m going to live to be 100 and this is my midlife crisis.’

Kentucky had always been her home. Country girl born and raised. This job opportunity in Grand Rapids was one she wasn’t going to let pass by. She was going to kick the dirt from her boots and give it her best shot.

A cousin she hadn’t seen in years invited her to spend the night in Columbus. They had a great visit reminiscing about old times and family long gone. As family tends to do, her cousin loaded her up with food as she said her farewells and hit the trail.

Her little car sputtered to a stop in front of a road sign that read ‘gas 10 miles ahead’. A glance at the gas gage informed her this was not her problem. Wouldn’t you know it, no cellphone service. As she stared into the blank space of her mind trying to figure out what to do next, a heavy plop pulled her attention to her windshield and the fact it was now raining. “Fantastic,” the sarcasm dripped from her tongue. What to do? All she could do in the pouring rain with no cellphone service, turn her hazard lights on and pray no one hit her.

‘Be productive.’ This time would not go to waste. An idea had been rolling around in her head for days. Now, was the perfect time to get this idea out and into some workable form. She had never been one for story form, outlines, or bullets of preparation. The words just flowed. After the fact was when attention was paid to events, time, and in some cases space. The longer she sat on the side of the road, the harder it rained.

It was difficult not to think about the countless number of horror movies and books that had been produced about the situation where she found herself.