He's Watching Me Read Free

animals, such as pigs, chickens, and cows. Laura prayed that wasn't the home. She despised anything rustic; she felt it was just a fancy word for old, ugly and without modern conveniences.
    “No, I am not seeing anyone, but if things don't change Laura, I love your mother very much, and I really want to work this out. But like I told you, things don't change and I might have no choice...” Bruce moaned, no longer sounding burdened with the inconvenience of feeling guilty at upsetting his daughter, but now brash and confident. As if he was not embarrassed or ashamed of that comment, that he deserved to be happy. Men! The only reason he wants to start seeing someone else is so he can stick his dick into something. Something new and fresh. Ewww! Did I really just think that? Yuck! Laura was disgusted at her own perverted mind in that instance.
     
    “Anyway, we are coming to their home now,” he nodded out front, curving from the expanding uncomfortable subject.
     
    Laura broke focus from the lumpy hills and ageing farm house, and faced forward. Nothing could be seen, but then it dawned on her the home he was referring to was camouflaged in giant dark green trees, and plump bushes. As the car moved closer she became aware of the property, and could see a reasonable amount of it. It was not just a mansion, it was a castle, and judging by the looks of it, it dangled not far from the edge of a grass covered cliff, overlooking the sea.
    “Holy crap,” Laura jerked, sitting upright, twisting and turning to get a better view, weaving from left to right trying to hone in on the architectural masterpiece.
    “Right there with ya,” Bruce responded, also utterly mystified.

Chapter 2
     
    How the hell were any children going to be trick or treating at that castle? It would be a backbreaking walk just to profit some sweets . She was partly impressed by this vast grey stone building, boasting what appeared to have at least five floors, stretching over acres of land. But a contrasting part couldn't help compare it with Dracula's castle. Laura had read Bram Stoker's 'Dracula' only a year ago for a school book report. The comparison was eerily uncanny. The stone of the gigantic abode was perfect, disturbingly so. Most castles develop signs of erosion, or several chips. But the tiny members that made up the fortress appeared flawless. However they were still a fair distance away. This could change.
     
    Laura couldn't help but think of the many disturbing flicks seen over the years. Some of which set in castles not unfamiliar to the one she was approaching. In these films various incarnations of evil would lurk in shadows, craving fresh blood, or innocent victims to kill. She couldn't settle on whether it was exciting to spend a night in this property, or anxious at the spooky vibe the building radiated. The car neared a driveway, which Laura assumed was the way to this intriguing castle. They swerved, driving up a steep path gravelled in caramel pebbles. The path was bordered with yet more green life, casting ominous shadows on the pathway. With the amount of twists and turns Laura wouldn't be mocked for thinking this was a roller coaster. The place was certainly secluded, and the owners did not make it easily accessible. Laura knew she shouldn't think it, but the thought was rearing its ugly head: was he hiding something? Or maybe he just liked privacy?
     
    Eventually they came upon a large silver gate, a speaker box aside it, fixed into the walls that held the gate. This fixture seemed out of place. A modern piece of electrical equipment in such an ancient, Gothic abode. Bruce drove as close as possible to the gate and then a green light broke through the advancing darkness. A voice echoed into the gloom, “Who is it please?”
    The voice was husky, yet each word was well pronounced.
    “Bruce Bass, I am here with my daughter, the babysitter,” he exclaimed loudly through an open window and increasingly strong winds. The sudden