Kendra lives a double life. During the week she is a sweet and charming young woman, but on the weekends she can be found at one of the seediest bars in the city. She can never get enough of the men who are wild and untamed and looking for one thing only. A late night walk to an old deserted barn may make Kendra think about reeling in her wild side.
Kendra walked down the hill toward the old barn that was never used anymore. It was spooky and she had often thought that it would be a great place for a haunted house. She walked into the old barn and had to literally fight her way through cobwebs and spider webs. After getting past the webs that guarded the door, it was dark and she could barely see. She turned and was met by a light shining in her eyes. “Who is it? Who is in here?”
The man lowered the light.
“Manuel?”
“Yes, Kendra. Were you expecting someone else?”
“Uh, no. I was not expecting anyone. What are you doing in here, Manuel? This is private property.”
She was desperately trying not to show fear, but Manuel was even weirder now than he had been at the bar.
“I live here, Kendra,” he answered.
“What? You live where?”
Manuel flashed his light up to the hay loft. “Up there. Behind the bales. Follow me.” He smiled at her, but there was something hidden in his smile, something ominous.
