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Chapter 1
“We really
should do something fun while you are all in town,” Drew exclaimed as she
plopped herself down on a giant pink beanbag chair near the window in Cadence’s
bedroom. The rest of her friends were strewn about the room already, Taylor and
Sidney on the bed, Jon and Kash in the two small chairs across the room, Jack
slumped against the wall next to the chairs.
How many times had they all crashed here during high school? Now that
all of them except for Drew, the baby of the group, had graduated from high
school and gone on with their lives, these times were much more rare, and it
had occurred to Cadence more than once that evening that this may be the last
time she had her gang all together.
While her friends continued their
idol chatter, Cadence Findley sat in front of her computer screen, trying to
finish the last two pages of her English paper.
Professor Martin was such a jerk for giving them homework over
Thanksgiving break! If she could just get this done, she could finally enjoy
her friends’ company, rather than haphazardly chiming in from time to time and occasionally
shooting annoying glances in their direction when they got a little
over-zealous in their enjoyment of a week free off school.
The group was a bit of an eclectic
collection of personalities. Cadence was never quite sure what the glue was
that kept them together, though Taylor insisted that Cadence was the glue. She
didn’t think so. With her long brown hair, large brown eyes, and perfectly
proportioned facial features, she had been fairly popular in high school. Yet, she
had always felt there was something different about herself, like she never
quite fit in with the rest of the kids in school. She had participated in
extracurricular activities, like cheerleading and choir. She had attended the
dances and pretended to care about what others thought of her hair and her
clothes. But at the end of the day, she
always felt that the worries of high school were nothing compared to the “real”
world. When she graduated last May,
there was no question she was going away to college. She would have liked to
have gone even farther than the University of Iowa in Iowa City, but they
offered her a pretty nice scholarship and she took it. And it wasn’t so far away that she couldn’t
drive back to her hometown of Shenandoah for holidays such as this.
None of her friends had gone with
her. In fact, she and Jack had broken
off their two year long relationship because he did not want her to go. He had already signed on to play baseball for
the Nebraska Cornhuskers—a pretty big deal—and was hoping that he would show up
"Big Man on Campus" with his pretty little lady on his arm. But
Cadence had other plans for her life, and his insistence that she follow him to
Lincoln had ended their relationship, though they had somehow managed to remain
friends, something that Cadence was thankful for.
The rest of the group had scattered
to other institutes of higher learning, with the exception of Jon who went to work
for his father’s plumbing company for a bit, hoping to save some money before
starting college. And Drew was a senior in high school this year. She had been
on the cheerleading squad with the other girls and, though her peppiness was
often annoying, she had wedged her way into their group via a short-lived
relationship with Kash.
“Cadence, did you hear me?” Drew’s
chipper voice chimed from the corner. Cadence had been so preoccupied with
finishing her assignment; she had no idea what the rest of the group was
talking about. “I said, 'Have you ever heard of an Eidolon Festival?'”
Temporarily pulling her eyes away
from the computer screen, Cadence turned to address the spunky little
blond. “A what?”
“That’s exactly what I just said!” Jack
chuckled from his slumped position on the floor.
“It’s so cool!” Drew said, bounding
up from the floor and crossing to where Cadence sat in front of the computer.
“I saw a flyer the other day in this gas station. We’ve got to check it out!”
“Because a gas station is where I
always go to meet my entertainment needs,” Jon mumbled sarcastically as Drew
shoved her way between Cadence and the computer.
“What are you doing?” Cadence asked
watching helplessly as Drew grabbed the mouse out of her hand and opened up
Chrome.
“Okay, so, Miss English Teacher,”
she said, referring to Cadence’s career ambition, “What does eidolon mean?”
Cadence thought for a moment. She
knew she had heard the word before but she wasn’t precisely sure she knew the
correct definition. In fact, she would
be surprised if Drew knew. She wasn’t exactly known for her broad vocabulary.
Taylor was standing behind her chair
now, a purple pillow pressed against her chest.
“It sounds like a place lazy people go to drink wine if you ask me!”
Drew snorted and rolled her
eyes. “It’s eye-dol-in not idol-wine!”
she exclaimed.
“Isn’t it like a ghost or
something?” Cadence asked. Drew was
frantically searching Google, trying to find more information than what she had
seen on the flyer in the gas station.
“I’ve never heard of it before,”
Kash remarked, “But if it’s a party, you can count me in.”
“A party about ghosts?” Sidney
asked. She was still sitting on the bed
but was no longer reclining. She
strained her neck to peer across the short distance to Cadence’s computer
screen.
“It just means a specter or a
phantom,” Drew proclaimed. “I know, I looked it up on Dictionary.com.”
“And that makes you an expert!” Jon
added in his typical sarcastic tone.
“I’m not an expert,” Drew responded
as she continued various searches containing the words “eidolon” and “festival”
and “Iowa.” “But I would like to be!”
“Well, what did the flyer say?”
Taylor asked.
Drew continued to search, now adding
the word “secret” into her search criteria. “It was kind of cryptic, for a
flyer. It just said something like ‘Eidolon gather, Percy’s Lot, Villisca,
Witching Hour, November 26th.’
I probably wouldn’t have even noticed it if I hadn’t dropped my keys.”
The rest of her friends exchanged
questioning glances, but Drew didn’t notice. She continued to search as the
others drew straws nonverbally to determine who got to ask exactly what Drew
meant. Finally, Jon exclaimed,
“Explain!”
Drew was used to having to explain
herself. She was a bit ditzy at
times—most of the time. She sighed in
frustration, “I was walking out of the gas station and I dropped my keys. I
bent down to pick them up and I noticed a red scrap of paper sticking out from
behind a trashcan. It was bright red so it caught my attention. So I grabbed it
and read it. And I had no idea what
eidolon meant but I knew that festival meant party! So, I tried to find out more info on my phone
but I couldn’t find anything else out about it. I did find out that eidolon
means phantom though, which sounds cool, so I think we should all go. It’ll be
totally creepy and fun!”
“So, for all you know, this is,
like, a private party?” Taylor asked confused.
“No, I don’t think so. It’s a
festival and it was a typed flyer so it’s not like someone just wrote a note
and dropped it. They want people to go,” Drew said a bit defensively.
“Then why don’t they advertise it or
at least have a website?” Sidney wanted to know.
Drew sighed, tossing the mouse away
and crossing back to the beanbag chair. “Come on, guys!” she exclaimed. “All of
you are off in college or working and I’m here going to flippin’ high school. I
never get to have any fun! Would you
please just go with me?”
“It sounds kinda cool to me,” Kash
agreed. For a moment, Cadence wondered why Drew and Kash ever broke up.
“Listen,” it was Taylor this time,
“It’s the night before Thanksgiving. I don’t think my parents will like it if
I’m out partying until the wee hours of the morning. My mom is going to expect
me to help with the dinner, you know.”
“What time is the Witching Hour
anyway? Midnight?” Sidney asked, her expression seeming to indicate that she
was considering going with Drew.
“No,” Cadence said almost
automatically. “It’s 3:00 AM.”
“Are you sure?” Jack asked. “I always heard it was midnight.”
Cadence’s glance became a bit sterner.
“I’m sure,” she replied.
“Search engine it!” Taylor said,
taking over the mouse.
Jon laughed, “Because the word
Google is trademarked,” he commented quietly, almost to himself.
“She’s right!” Taylor exclaimed. “It
is 3:00 AM. Says so right here.”
“On Wikipedia? The most reliable
source of information since the invention of the internet,” Jon sneered.
“No, it’s not Wikipedia! It’s a site
about witches!” Taylor said defensively.
“There’s no way I’m going out to a
party at 3:00 AM the night before Thanksgiving!” Sidney stated emphatically,
her hands tugging absently on her light brown ponytail.
“Me neither!” Taylor agreed.
“Come on!” Drew pleaded. “We’ve gone out that late lots of times!
Remember when we snuck off to Red Oak Tap?
We all told our parents we were staying at Cadence’s house and she told
her mom she was at your house, Sid. It was the best time ever!”
Sidney seemed to contemplate this
argument for a moment, her green eyes flickering with memories of times well
spent with this group of friends. “I
don’t know . . . .” she said as the tides began to turn in favor of one last
hurray with her gang.
“Well, I’m in. And I’ll drive,” Kash said, slapping both
hands down on his legs.
“I’m too scared to go!” Taylor
proclaimed, pouncing back on the bed next to Sidney.
“You’ll be fine!” Kash proclaimed.
“I’ll protect you,” Jon added,
rapidly raising and lowering his eyebrows.
Taylor laughed. Jon was always
flirting with her but, thus far, nothing had ever happened between them.
“You’re going then?” she asked, tossing her long blond hair back over her
shoulder.
“Well,” Jon said hesitantly. He
looked at Kash, who was nodding his head.
The two of them had gone almost everywhere together since the beginning
of high school. Even now that Kash was attending Iowa Western Community
College, they still found plenty of time to hang out together. He would hate to
miss out on a chance to have another adventure with his best friend. “I guess so,” he said slowly. “If Kash is going, then I’ll go. I’ve never been to a festival based on
wickedness before, but I can only assume this may be a prime opportunity to see
some boobies.”
The girls all groaned in disgust and
Sidney threw a pillow at him, while the boys chuckled in agreement.
“Jack?” Drew asked.
Jack was fairly reserved so the
prospect of seeing topless women was not a motivating factor for him, at least
not one he was willing to verbalize. But, the idea of spending time with his
friends, one friend in particular, was appealing to him. “I don’t know,” he
began. “Cadence, what do you think?”
Cadence had kept her back to
the group as they discussed the potential adventure. She was hoping no one
would notice that she was present, and therefore, she wouldn’t be asked to go.
Of course, since they were sitting in her bedroom, the chances of this were
slim. “Well,” she sighed, “this
certainly isn’t my thing. There’s nothing at all interesting to me about ghosts
and goblins, vampires and all that.”
“Seriously?” Drew asked, slumping
her shoulders. She knew that, if Cadence
didn’t want to go, she probably couldn’t convince anyone else to go with
her. “Fine, I’ll just go by myself!” she
pouted.
“I said I’d go,” Kash reiterated but
Drew didn’t lose her wounded kitten expression.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for
some of us to go and not all of us,” Jack stated assertively.
As much as Cadence wanted to
disagree with him, he did have a point. Drew was only seventeen years old and
even if Kash and Jon went with her, they still might end up in a situation that
wasn’t safe. However, if all seven of them stuck together, like they always
had, she felt better about their chances of avoiding evil regardless of the
theme of the revelry. She glanced at
Sidney, who was chewing furiously on her bottom lip, a sign that she had not
decided whether or not to risk it, and Taylor who was staring at the floor, shaking
her head back and forth slowly. Taylor
clearly did not want to go. Then, Cadence
looked back at Drew. Her arms were crossed, her chin forced into her chest.
“Fine,” she finally acquiesced. “Let’s go.”
***
The
sky was pitch black; clouds covering whatever stars may dare to shine. The moon
hung low, it’s enervating journey home to the horizon almost concluded. Though
it was late November, the chill seemed to come from within, not from the cool
breeze that gently nudged her back to the safety of their vehicle.
A
glitch in the passage of time took place and suddenly they were in the midst of
the festivities. Flashes of smoke and
fire clouded her vision. Many of the
participants were masked or perhaps their faces were contorted. They wound their way amongst the ghouls and
specters. A parade of undead gamboled
by, clad in crimson and black, shrill laughter ringing, percussion jarring them
along. A pair of eyes that seemed to see through her very soul. Pure evil
incarnate.
Suddenly,
the search was on. Frantically looking, running about. She did not know who or what she was looking
for, but she knew she must become whole again at once. And then a vision of horror. Scarlet droplets
turning to an endless flow. Disbelief overshadowed by rage and it was
over. An incessant need to run, to
escape, to flee this place, never to return.
They would never return....
Cadence bolted upright. Despite the chilly room, she was
sweating. At first, she couldn’t
remember exactly what she had been dreaming about but she knew she had been
sprinting in her dream, and her chest heaved as if she had been truly
attempting to outrun a predator.
She wiped her brow on the sleeve of
her flannel pajamas, and after a moment to compose herself, turned to her nightstand
and a drink of water. Whatever she had been dreaming, it was terrible, and she
was afraid to go back to sleep. She
glanced at the clock next to her bed. It was 3:00 AM. She felt chills climbing up her spine as she
realize at this time tomorrow, she would be at the Eidolon Festival. Suddenly, she remembered, she had been
dreaming about attending the fair. But,
if her dream was any indicator of what type of phantoms they might encounter at
such a place, it wasn’t ghosts and ghouls they should fear. It was vampires.
Cadence pondered making a phone call
to one of her friends, possibly Sidney or Taylor. As the details from her dream
came flooding back, it seemed more and more real. Considering the time, she
decided not to disturb them, though she was sure neither of them would mind if
she woke them up to discuss her trepidation. Nevertheless, it was in fact, just
a dream. She finally withdrew her stare
from her iPhone on the nightstand and slid back down under the covers. She
would talk to Drew the next day and tell her she didn’t think attending the
Eidolon Festival was a good idea at all.
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