"When she came to town. A bit of a raver. Said someone scaled their home, duped Rappy into cutting her golden tresses, and then shimmied down the side disappearing into the night. That's when she locked the girl inside.”
“Mother hasn’t been seen in a while. Some say she passed and it’s her ghost which runs madly around the tower screeching. Folks who’ve heard say it sounds like a weird variation of her daughter’s name.”
“Maybe mom’s alive and her girl died. It wasn’t a ghost I saw.”
“Perhaps.” Jordy swiped the countertop. “They got new people working the light.” Jordy rearranged some bottles on a shelf. “Couple of young men, I hear. Hope they know what they’re in for living up there. Gets real nasty during a storm like the one brewing outside right now.”
She attempted getting her boss back on topic. “No one ever encountered a child; does this Rappy even exist?”
“Only a mother’s tale.”
“Sad.” The waitress walked off to deliver drinks.
Handsome blond sitting with Zel huffed. “Unbelievable!” He peered unhappily at Zel. “The tales folks spin.”
(to be continued)
Did Rappy exist?
Is the mother dead?
What does Zel conspire with his friend?
Stay tuned for the next installment...
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele