The Road to Maine Is Bloody Part 12

The woman appeared to be about 45 and she was fully dressed in a pair of blue denim shorts and a white tank top now soaked in her own blood and her throat had been ripped open as if an animal had attacked her. Blood and tissue were found underneath her nails as if fending off her attacker and her body was covered in animal hair.

The hair didn’t appear to be canine or human, the samples are unknown at this time. The police say that this appears to be the same kind of attack that killed a local woman in her own home six years earlier, her daughter later finding her body on the floor of her bedroom. The police are questioning whether the attacks are related to a case in Portland Maine more than a decade ago when a woman was discovered in a secluded wooded area about a mile from her home with the same type of wounds.

All the bodies with the exception of Annie were found in remote areas. All the women suffered the same kind of death. Police are baffled and are still investigating the deaths. At this time, they have no suspects and aren’t sure that whomever killed these women were even human.”

Ashley trembled, folding the small clipping and handed it back to him. “This is all so crazy. If it wasn’t that woman threatening you and Mom and she’s dead, who killed them and why is everything that’s happening related to your books?”

Stephen stood up, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “I wish I knew Ashley. Tell me something. Have you been getting any letters or has anything been happening to you since your mother’s death?”

Ashley hesitated and wasn’t sure she wanted to tell him about it. “I haven’t gotten any letters but the last few weeks, I’ve been having bizarre dreams and there’s always the same umm Monster in them. I’ve been dreaming about Pennywise.”

Stephen first half way grinned and then the ashen look on Ashley’s face wiped away any amusement. “Tell me what happens in the dreams Ashley.” He said seriously, taking his hands out of his pockets and sat down again, this time next to her on the sofa.

She bit her lip and wasn’t sure how to begin.