The Ghostwriters’ Haunt

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Lilly reread the email. A bar on 13th street. That sounded like the Village, but the name seemed a bit stuffy for that. Between the ferry and the subway it would take about an hour to get there.

She could go in to the city early and look for a job or stay home and do chores and go in later. Or not go at all. What if this Poe guy was a serial killer that stalked his victims through blogs? What did she really know about him or his society? Her blog had been about violent crimes after all, maybe she’d attracted the attention of a real weirdo. There were certainly enough to go around.

Still musing, Lilly took her meds and ate breakfast standing at the kitchen sink. She decided to go for a short run. It had been awhile since she laced up but the solitude sounded good to her today. Running always helped her think. In college she had ran competitively and had been in great shape. Now she felt clunky and slow but it still felt good to do it.

After getting her sneakers on and doing some stretches, Lilly started down the stairs in her building and went out to the street. She paused for a minute trying to decide which way. The park was good but sometimes there were too many homeless. Going left took her past the library and a school. That sounded better.

Lilly started off slow until she got into a rhythm, her shoes pounding the pavement. She was almost through her two miles, back to her apartment when she realized she had made a decision. Of course she had to go tonight. She was too curious not to go. But she needed to play it safe. The only answer was Miranda.

Miranda and Lilly had been best friends since second grade. They even pinky swore when they were twelve that boys would never come between them. Which means they only did three or four times. Miranda was always ready to go into the city and Lilly knew she could count on her.

Miranda worked as a teacher at a school she fondly referred to as PS 666. It would be a few hours before Lilly could call her.