by Robert Brumm
Kelly slowly shook her head. “That’s just terrible. As a mother myself I just can’t image what it must be like to lose a child. I mean, a death is one thing, but to never know…”
Bethany leaned forward and placed her hand on Kelly’s knee. “Now I do know. And for that I want to thank you. It was a terrible thing that happened to my sister and our family and I’m sorry my parents were never able to find closure. But at least I can.”
Kelly gently grabbed Bethany’s boney hand and squeezed. “I’m glad.”
“Tell me, Kelly. Is it true what they say? That you learned of the murders in a dream as if the spirits of those girls were trying to reach out to you?”
Kelly nodded. “I have no doubt in my mind that’s what happened. As a matter of fact…” Kelly rubbed her hands together and studied them before looking up to Bethany. “A few of my dreams directly involved your sister. I was…” She frowned and shook her head. “I was Elizabeth in my dreams. In her body, reliving the past. I don’t know, I still have a hard time grasping what happened to this day. Some of the memories are a little fuzzy and it can be frustrating.”
Bethany looked at the floor, absorbing what Kelly had told her but not responding for a moment. Eventually, she looked up and looked over the book cases surrounding them. “Seems to me, you have quite a story to tell, Miss Raney,” she winked. “If I were you, I wouldn’t let it go to waste. Stories are meant to be shared.” Bethany rose from her chair and turned to her daughter. “Come on, dear. We still have quite a drive ahead of us.”
Kelly walked them to the door, said goodbye, and watched as Nancy’s car pulled out into the street and drove off. She thought about what Bethany had said. A story to tell.
Chapter 37
Kelly sat back and stretched, rubbed her eyes, and glanced at the clock. Somehow 10:30 had morphed into almost 2:00. She looked over at the couch and smiled at Paul, head back, mouth open and lightly snoring. Keegan was curled up next to him. She really should wake them both and get them to bed. In a few minutes.
Her fingers went back to the keyboard and she squinted at the monitor, anxious to get everything out as if it would all disappear the next day when she sat down to try and write again. Earlier that night she’d had dinner with Paul as planned and accepted his offer to move in. Afterwards she sat down at his computer, planning to write down a few notes, and before she knew it, 5000 words had slipped out.
Paul and Keegan put in a movie while Kelly kept typing. 5000 turned into 10,000. She wrote as much as she could remember about all her dreams and experiences in the cottage, her quick research in the library, her conversations with Mrs. MacAuley, everything. At 3:00 she finally forced herself to stop for the night.
*****
Kelly kept writing in her spare time and returned to the library to try and find more newspaper articles and information about Hoskins’ victims. The librarian suggested she contact the county historical society. A man by the name of Matt Lee who ran the society was thrilled to hear from Kelly. He told her he’d actually tried contacting her several times shortly after the Hoskins’ murders made the news but never heard from her. Kelly apologized for assuming he was just another reporter at the time and not calling him back.
With Matt’s help, Kelly uncovered a wealth of information not just about some of the victims and Hoskins but also about what Black Water Creek was like back in those days. Matt read over what Kelly had written so far and was impressed with the quality of her work. It was his opinion that Kelly could turn what she’d written into a fascinating book and get it published.
Despite all the time she’d put into it, it never really occurred to Kelly to write a book about her experiences. Up until that point it was just a journal for her and she enjoyed the therapeutic effect writing had on her.
She started over from the beginning using what she’d written so far as a guide and within a couple of months she had a finished manuscript with a title to go with it. The Black Water Creek Killer. Kelly wrote it as a mix of fiction and non-fiction, taking artistic license describing the events that happened based on her research and dreams.
Her friends read the manuscript, provided feedback, and checked for typos. Kelly used some of the money she’d set aside for an apartment to hire an editor and cover designer. She self-published the final product on Amazon just in time for Christmas.
*****
Kelly re-paid Matt for his help with the book by assisting him to convince Ed and Sue to donate the cottage to the historical society. Matt had a plan of returning the cottage to its original condition, complete with period furnishings and decorations, and open it as a museum. With public access to the basement cells, of course.
Ed agreed and helped with the fund raising and restoration efforts. That spring he finally decided to retire from the auto repair business and sold the shop to Cheryl. With extra time on his hands, Matt and the historical society board asked Ed to be the museum curator and caretaker. He accepted.
The museum was an instant hit, drawing visitors from miles around. It gained nationwide attention when the stars from the popular cable show, “Ghost Squad,” spent the night there for an episode with their high-tech equipment. They attempted to contact the spirit of Harlan Hoskins and his victims.
To Matt and Ed, most of the “evidence” they captured on the show wasn’t much more than organized audio static or dust bunnies captured on tape, but it still made for entertaining TV. That episode put the museum on the map and ghost hunting enthusiasts from around the country made Black Water Creek a popular destination.
*****
The popularity of the Ghost Squad episode and the museum helped to boost Kelly’s book sales as more people took interest in the Hoskins murders. Her sales took off and The Black Water Creek Killer broke the top 100 list on Amazon and stayed there for months.
It didn’t take long for Kelly to start getting courted by literary agents and requests for interviews. This time as an accomplished self-published author. She sold the rights for a television documentary based on her book and shortly after, her agent had several offers on the table for motion pictures based on the novel.
Later that year, Random House and Penguin Publishing both offered Kelly six figure publishing deals. She politely declined, not seeing a reason for their services since she was already making that kind of money on her own.
Chapter 38
“Oh my God, I think I’m going to throw up.”
Tammy gently grabbed Kelly by the shoulders. “Now you listen to me. You’re not going to throw up. You’re going to calm down, and everything is going to be fine.”
Kelly waved her hands in front of her face and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I spoke in front of a packed auditorium last weekend and barely broke a sweat.”
“Hey,” Tammy said. “A room of book geeks is one thing, a full church watching you tie the knot is another. Trust me, if I was up there I’d be yakking my guts out right now.”
Kelly laughed. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too, kid.” Tammy stood next to Kelly in the mirror and put her arm around her. “I clean up pretty decent once I get off the sauce, huh?”
“The prettiest Maid of Honor I’ve ever seen.”
Tammy poked Kelly in the ribs. “Hey, speaking of pretty, what do you think about Paul’s cousin, Tim? Not too shabby, huh?”
Kelly rolled her eyes. “You never stop, do you? Just do me a favor and try to keep your hands off him until the reception okay?”
“No promises!” Tammy headed for the door just as Cheryl poked her head in.
“Knock knock!” She stepped aside and revealed Keegan in his tuxedo. “Somebody wanted a chance to kiss the bride to be.”
“Oh my goodness, don’t you look handsome?” Kelly beamed.
Keegan frowned and tugged at his collar. “I’m itchy.”
“I’m sorry, buddy.” Kelly tried to squat down to her son’s level but her dress wouldn’t ha
ve it. She leaned over as far as she could instead.
“Remember, you have a very important job to do. You get to take the rings up to the alter so Paul and I can get married. And an important job needs a fancy uniform.”
Keegan mulled it over and looked down at his tux. “It’s not a uniform like an army guy, it’s just a suit.”
Cheryl busted out laughing. “At least we’re not making you wear a dress. Uh oh, speaking of dress…”
Cheryl’s four year old daughter Ashley came running down the hall. “Mommy, it’s time!”
“Okay you two.” Cheryl took Keegan’s hand. “Ring bearer and flower girl are up! Let’s go.”
“Bye sweetie, I’ll see you soon.” Kelly waved at her son before Ashley grabbed his other hand and yanked him out of the room.
Kelly had just a few seconds of silence and another chance to obsess in the mirror before another knock. Ed stood in the doorway and whistled. “Wow, you look beautiful, Kelly.”
She glanced down at her dress and flattened the front with her sweaty hands. “Thanks, Ed. You’re looking pretty dapper yourself.”
He walked into the room and reached into the breast pocket of his tux. “I know we don’t have much time but I wanted to give you a little something since we have a minute alone.” He pulled out a small white box and handed it to Kelly.
“Oh Ed. I don’t know what to say.” She carefully lifted the diamond necklace from the box and held it up in the light.
“It’s been in my family for years,” Ed said. “Belonged to my grandmother who gave it to my mom. Since I don’t have any sisters, she gave it to me before she died. Sue never felt comfortable enough to wear it. Too fancy for her tastes, I guess.”
“Ed, I can’t take this. It’s a family heirloom and must be worth a fortune.”
“You’re right on both counts. In case you haven’t noticed, you are a part of this family. You have been since day one.”
Kelly waved at her face. “Don’t make me cry Ed, my makeup took hours this morning.” She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “Thank you so much. For everything.”
Ed held out his hand. “I can hold onto that until after the wedding so it’s safe.”
“Nothing doing.” Kelly unclasped the pearl necklace she was wearing and put it on the counter. She turned around and held the diamond necklace up. “I would be honored to walk down the aisle wearing this.”
Ed clasped it for her. “Well, I supposed it’s time. They’re waiting for us, you know.”
Kelly stood at the rear of the church, holding on to Ed’s arm by her side. She watched as the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle. She took great joy in the faces of the guests as they watched Keegan and Ashley lead the procession.
The church was beautifully decorated, the weather outside was perfect, and most importantly, the man she loved stood at the alter waiting for her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and to just enjoy it.
At that moment, it hit Kelly how truly blessed she was and the incredible turn her life had taken just a short time ago. The memory of her fight with Don that morning her and Keegan took off was so fresh it seemed like it just happened yesterday. It was hard to believe the dramatic chain of events that followed all because her crummy little car broke down a few miles from where she now stood.
A hush fell over the church before the pianist started playing “Here Comes the Bride.” It seemed most modern brides found the old tune corny and chose a different song to play as they walked the aisle. To Kelly, it felt old fashioned and right. All the guests turned to the rear of the church, all eyes on her and Ed.
He squeezed her arm and smiled. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
They walked forward.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1Kelly
Chapter 2“Mom-eeeeee!”Kelly
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6Kelly
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
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