Lucas's hand instinctively went to his pocket, where a pocketknife waited. It wasn't much, but it was all he had.
His thoughts drifted to the letter he had received a week ago. The words, scribbled in a hasty hand, had been simple: "They're watching. Meet me at the old oak at midnight if you want the truth." darker ch 1 part 7 by director unknown top
As he approached, a figure emerged from the shadows. Lucas's hand instinctively went to his pocket, where
"I'm someone who knows your family," the figure said, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. The words, scribbled in a hasty hand, had
The figure took a step closer, and for a moment, Lucas saw a glimmer of recognition.
The air vibrated with tension as he waited. For what, he wasn't sure. A presence, perhaps. A sign. Anything that could lead him to answers.