An Adirondack Mystery-Chapter 3

Julie greeted me as I walked in. “Hi” she said, “Haven’t seen you in a couple of days and was beginning to think that you had left town already”.
“No”, I replied. “Had to go into Buffalo to settle up some business and got out of there as fast as I could. I don’t like big cities very much unless I have a project there. Guess I’m just a country boy at heart”.
Jack walked over and looked down at me from his six-foot something frame and joked, “Julie must have missed you. She was asking about you every day”.
“Go on”, I responded, “she just missed the big tip I always leave her”.
Jack gave me an odd look as though he wanted to tell me something but in the end, went back to his table where he sat with his hunting buddies. I didn’t think anything more about it and turned back to watching Julie’s heavenly body as she reached high for this and low for that.

The bar was a typical mountain resort sort of place with lots of wood and natural stone everywhere. It had the usual trophies on the wall and probably any of the regulars could tell a story or two about how they bagged that bear or this buck and then gave it to the bar owners to display.

Personally, I was not much of a hunter  and when I did go, was usually for the companionship of spending time at a hunting lodge with a lot of friends and associates. The actual hunting was with a borrowed rifle and the one time I did see a big buck standing not twenty yards from me, I was so taken with how majestic an animal it was that I just stood and watched it. The buck knew I was watching and at one point we locked eyes and he knew he was safe.

On the other hand, I was filled with wonderment of the moment and wasn’t about to spoil it by shooting the animal. We stood for what seemed an eternity but was probably no more than a minute and the buck snorted and moved swiftly away. For me, that was much more pleasurable than killing a living thing. I knew that this was a moment between me, the buck and Mother Nature and was one of those magic moments not to be shared with my hunting buddies. I could hear them now making fun of the fact that I didn’t shoot and at the same time complaining that their share of venison was still running around somewhere out there. It turns out that this was the only deer spotted by anyone all day long. I felt really good that I had not shot it and it was still alive and running out there in the wild woods.
I had said a silent prayer in the hope that it would survive that hunting season.

The bar business was beginning to slow down as more people were leaving for their winter homes in Florida and warmer climes and others had already moved back to the small villages in the Mohawk Valley like Fort Plain and Canajoharie where their real homes were. They were the Adirondack summer tenants and they moved out of their regular homes because there was more comfort living in the resort villages in the mountains where the air was a little cooler and much less humid. Some of their “camps” as they called them were almost as nice and in some cases nicer as their regular homes back in the Mohawk Valley so it’s not like they were roughing it. Of course the black flies were big enough to carry off a young child and had the fiercest bite imaginable but somehow, these people ignored them and just piled on more fly repellant. Go figure.

Julie came over to me slow and easy just like a big cat. “It’s good to see you back again” she said “Have you decided how much longer that you are going to stay”?
I looked at her admiring her beauty with wild thoughts in my head and nonchalantly responded, “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t have to be anywhere specific but I really don’t want to be here when the snows hit”.  She shook her hair and laughed and said “That is the best time. You can’t go anywhere and nothing opens up for a couple of days. It’s like having a holiday as we don’t bother to open the bar at least until the streets are plowed and the cars can move.  I imagine it could be very quiet and boring though if all you have to look at are the four walls of a Hotel room and a TV that only shows four channels and that’s if you are lucky”.

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An Adirondack Mystery – Chapter 11

I made my way over to the bar. It was pretty quiet as it was early and the usual night crowd had not yet arrived. Julie was not behind the bar but the first waitress I met, Grace was filling in. “Hello Grace, where’s Julie”? I asked
She looked at me and said, “Whats the matter, don’t you want to talk to me instead. Am I not cute enough”
“I’m sorry” I said, “That didn’t come out right at all. Of course you are just fine to talk to”.
She laughed and said “I was just kidding, don’t take it so seriously. Relax a bit, what do you want to drink”. So I ordered a scotch and sat there watching Grace as she went about her work. It seemed an awful familiar scenario me drinking watching Grace instead of Julie and mentally comparing the two. Grace seemed different from when I first saw her. She appeared much more confident and I couldn’t help but notice how her shape had changed from when she first served me in the Restaurant. She was much more sexy and looked more like Julie than I first noticed. I shrugged it off as not paying enough attention the first time, drank my scotch and headed for the door back to my hotel. I planned on moving out in the morning although I didn’t really have any plans of where to go. Definitely somewhere warmer, I thought as the cold night air had frost about it and anywhere to get  away from the horrors of the afternoon.

There was a knock on the door. I looked at my watch which said it was 2:00 am. “Hello” I asked, “Who is it”?
“It is me , Julie. let me in its freezing out here”
I hurriedly threw on a shirt and pants my mind in a whirl wondering why Julie was visiting me at this hour of the morning and unlocked the door.  Julie stood there looking as beautiful as ever.
“Can I come in” she asked, “I’m cold”
“What are you doing out at this time of night and yes come in, come in”.
Julie slid through the door and even though she may have been cold, it didn’t stop her from moving in a provocative way which I was very quick to notice. I also noticed that she had more than a vague resemblance to Mrs Duncan but thought that was ridiculous. She slid over and sat on the bed taking off her coat as she did. She seemed more beautiful than ever but at the same time didn’t quite look the same. “You know that women, especially beautiful women, don’t usually knock on my door at 2:00 am in the morning. Although I am flattered, I am thinking that there is more to this than meets the eye. What gives”? “Nothing gives” she said “I just wanted some company and you are attracted to me so I figured I would visit you”.
I couldn’t believe my luck that this beautiful women who I had admired for a month was ready to share my bed as I could think of no other reason she would be in my Hotel room at 2:00 am in the morning. Being a true red-blooded male, I sat down next to her on the bed and she turned towards me with a look in her eye that was so inviting. I leaned forward and kissed her to see what would happen. She enthusiastically returned my kiss and before long, we were under the covers all involved with the heat of the moment.
After, she lay back and said, “I heard about what happened today at Mrs Duncan’s house. Jack filled me in. I told you to stay away from her but no, you just had to barrel on in to find out for yourself. You could have been killed and she would go on living for another 50 years looking the same as she does now”.
“How do you know so much about her” I asked fearing the worst.
“Because, she was my sister and we are two of a kind”  she said as she leaned over and kissed me.
I tried to pull away from her but as before, I was back in the dreamland of not moving, not fighting totally under her spell.
“It is unlucky for you that you have stumbled in to this small town. I tried to tell you to leave while you had the chance as I knew Fiona was going after you. I couldn’t warn you as you would have not believed me. Lucky for you, Jack and Bill were trying to protect you but they are not here tonight. They suspected Fiona was being very careless and leaving too many loose ends so they were watching her or she might have led the humans to discover who we really are. The reason they know about me and Fiona and now Grace is because they too are a part of my race. The whole village is. We are from a different world many light years away and have been here for many years. We all need human sustenance to continue living and undiscovered. I did not want you to give me what I want without me giving you something in return and I know you wanted me. Sorry Bill” she said as she turned towards me and kissed me as she folded herself around me and absorbed my body into hers…

She left the hotel as she had arrived, silently with no one to see her. She made her way to Mrs Duncan’s house and as she walked over the threshold, she changed to look exactly like Mrs Duncan as Fiona was reborn. Back at the bar, Grace looked more and more like Julie as she gradually became her and a new Grace was the waitress.

Such is the life in this small sleepy little village in the Adirondacks.