The sun still isn’t up by the time Austin pulls into the motel parking lot, and the adrenaline is starting to wear off, and he feels sick to his stomach all over again. He nearly wipes out trying to park his motorbike. It isn’t cold out here. Well - it’s cold like it should be, cold like it is in the mornings when fall is trying its best to become winter. It’s not oppressively cold, not the way it was when he talked to Myra and Jeffrey in the woods. Not the way it’s supposed to be when a spirit is lingering around. Which might mean that the spirit in the forest can conceal its presence, or just that it’s busy with something else at the moment. Austin’s not sure which is worse.
Oh shit! Mac!!
mac ;;;____;;; i knew it was coming and it still Hit