Jillian Chantal

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I moved toward Jacques’ voice wondering what had him sounding so freaked out.

When I turned the corner, I saw him kneeling down with his hand on the floor.

Since it was still so dark, I couldn’t really tell what he was doing. “What’s happening? Where’s Monte?” I asked.

Jacques looked up at me, his face white enough for me to see in the dim light. He appeared to be shell-shocked. Or at least how I pictured someone who suffered from that as looking.

“He’s not here. Gone.”

“Gone where?”

Jacques shrugged. “No clue but there appears to be a puddle of blood here.  Come see.”

This was scary. “What do you mean blood? Are you touching it?” Horror seized me by the throat. I couldn’t swallow. “What is happening?” I took a step back. Not sure I wanted to go forward at all.

“I touched it to see what it was. It’s thick like blood or like melted chocolate. It’s hard to tell exactly what it is in the dark, but is smells metallic and not like cocoa.” Jacques held his hand out. “Come over here and check it out.”

“Shouldn’t we be calling the police? If Monte is hurt and missing, we need assistance in finding him and getting him some help.” A thought seized hold of my brain. “I saw a huge shadow outside a few minutes ago. I wonder if that was someone determined to hurt us. It’s pretty deserted in this area. What if some criminal was hiding out here and we disturbed their lair?”

“I don’t think that’s the situation. My friend who arranged for us to be here has a crew working in the house all week. He’d know if there was anyone hanging around. He wouldn’t send us into danger.” Jacques stood, his knees creaking in the silence between us. Eerily, the rain had stopped and a hush spread over the house.

“I don’t like this. We need to call someone to come help us find Monte.” I didn’t want to get near that puddle of blood. It was freaking me out. There was a lot of it and I was sure Monte had to be hurt really badly to have lost so much. This was not what I wanted to have happen this evening. I thought this would be a fun and eventful learning experience about the old plantation. I wasn’t anticipating one of my friends getting injured or disappearing.

“We have to go outside and look for him.” I turned toward the door. “At least it’s stopped raining.”

“I think you’re right about calling the police.” Jacques hesitated. “And probably an ambulance. This doesn’t look good. Nope. Not good at all.”