Erotic Paranormal Horror Short Story
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Amanda Storey was sent by her company to a tiny rural town to convince the community that having a chain mega-supermarket built there would be a boon to their economy and job market.
She never showed up for the town hall meeting, even though the company insists she was scheduled to be there. The inn where she had reservations claimed she never checked in, and police have not found any trace of her body or her car.
This is what really happened.
was after eight, the sun had gone down over an hour ago, and Amanda
Storey had no idea where the hell she was. Her cell phone, with its
global positioning app, had bitten the dust thirty miles ago, thanks
to the plug for the adapter malfunctioning in her car. That left her
with trying to find her way by using a regular old highway map
she’d bought at the convenience store during her last pit stop. To
say she was pissed would have been a major understatement.
Pulling off onto the side of the two-lane road, she reached
for said map sitting in the passenger seat and squinted at it in the
glare of the ceiling lamp. Her destination was no bigger than a
pinprick in the middle of nowhere, with its name in print the size
that would actually fit on the head of that pin.
“Who the fuck names a town Itsy?”
The ear worm was back, insinuating its god-awful tune of Itsy
Bitsy, Teeny Weenie, Yellow Polka Dot Bikini into her tired
brain. She was ready to give up. Throwing the map back into the
seat, she pulled back onto the deserted road and kept heading in the
direction she’d been going. According to the map, Itsy lay
somewhere up ahead. She was bound to get there sooner or later.
Probably by next week.
“Damn you, Milton Dawles.”
It was his fault she was here in the first place because he
was too chicken shit to face these people on his own. No, he’d
rather dangle her over the pit, offering her up as a sacrifice to
these inbred hillbillies.
The road stretched before her endlessly. Straight ahead, no
curves, no small hills to break the monotony, and nothing but miles
and miles of flat, open farmland on both sides of her as far as she
could see. She hadn’t passed a single vehicle for the past fifty
or sixty miles. But according to the main office, it was just the
place to set up a RiteCost. Sometimes she wondered how the
developers at headquarters chose the locations to build one of their
mega stores. Did they throw a dart at a map? Did they have someone
doing aerial reconnaissance to pick a spot
big enough to fit one the mega stores and parking lot? Because this
place was as isolated as Dr. Livingstone in the Amazonian jungle.
A tiny green sign flashed by so
fast, she didn’t get the chance to read it. Hitting the brakes,
she put the car into reverse and backed up until she could see it
again in her headlights.
Itsy 14 Miles
By God, there really was a place
called Itsy. “My cup runneth over,” she dryly murmured.
The fourteen miles seemed
endless. At last, Amanda caught the faint glimmer of light on the
horizon. As she drew nearer, the lights of the town became more
focused. There weren’t many of them, she noted. “Probably trying
to save on their electric bill.”
The city limits sign passed by.
“Oh, wow, Milton. You guys
really had to scrounge to find this place, didn’t you?”
But she knew there was more to
the stats than just this town. There were all the other little towns
and burgs in this county, and within the surrounding counties, that
the company considered. It wasn’t just the immediate population.
It was the combined population that made the executives determine
whether or not to build a RiteCost at that location.
Whether the locals wanted a
RiteCost built in their back yards or not.
Reviewed by Claudia,
Amanda Storey works for RiteCost, and has been sent to the little town of Itsy, Oklahoma to try and persuade the town’s people that having the mega-store built in their small community will benefit everyone. When her reservation at the town inn has been filled, she finds another room at a little bed and breakfast. The only problem is the B&B has more in store for her then just a bed to sleep in.
The Tub kept me interested the entire time. There was sex, albeit horrific toward the end, and horror that had me widening my eyes in shock. I don’t want to say too much and give the story away, but all I have to say is when Amanda pulled that head out of the water, I felt my stomach turn. The horror was definitely there, and despite this being a very short tale, it packed quite a punch!
Reviewed by Stephantois,
Whipped Cream Reviews
Amanda Storey has been sent to
Itsy to convince the town a Ritecost store is just what they need.