Meeting the Night by Ash Knight (ink book reader .txt) 📕

himself and his family, just to prove I deserve my spot on the football team!?" The third one had asked, she had recognized his voice as Alex Johnson. He was the dentist’s son, a senior at the local high school, and a dream to the eyes of girls everywhere.
"Yep, and if you do it, and bring out proof that you did. We'll leave it alone and not tease you for being the dentist’s kid anymore." One of the other boys said, but his voice had been too slurred from drinking to tell who it was.
"Fine, but, one more crack about it after this and I'll throw you both down into the basement of this place." Alex threatened.
"Sure, just hurry. We're going back to the truck. See you soon, we hope." The last boy said, as the two drunken boys walked away.
"You might as well come out of there," Alex said when his pals were out of hearing distance; turning to stare at the bush she had been behind. "Are you even old enough to be out alone at this time of night kid?"
"Are, you really stupid enough to let them tell you what you should and shouldn't do?" She retorted, coming out of hiding. Her combat boots crunched on fallen leaves and twigs. Her black t-shirt, jeans, and boots made her very hard to see, but her eyes gave her away. They were an odd shade of gray, somewhere between silver and steel.
"Ok, so you have me there. Hey, you’re the Anderson kid aren't you?"
"Yep, Anderson. Bree Anderson." She had said. She had been obsessed with James Bond since she was five and she loved to do the name quote, but with her name.
Alex laughed quietly, staring at her.
"So, you're gonna go into the Barlow house, huh?" She'd asked, feeling slightly envious that he got the chance and didn't want to take it.
"Yep, say, how'd you like to help me out? I have no clue how to get into the house unless I break a window. And, I'm not so sure the cops would appreciate that. You think you could find me another way in?"
"Really? Me? Awesome! Sure thing Alex! Hey, wait right here, don't go no where!"
"If you say so kid."
She had run over to the basement window and measured it as best she could with just her hands. Then she ran back to Alex and held her hands up to his shoulders, measuring again.
"What in God's name are you doing kid?" He asked in confusion.
"Measuring, what’s it look like I'm doing'?"
"Oh! Ok?"
"Ok, lets go, we'll both go in, I'll help you get real proof that you've been in there!" She said, promising.
"Ok, I guess" He said, sounding somewhat nervous.
She had lead Alex over to the window and he had helped her through and she had waited for him with little patience. She had told him to sit on one of the boxes in the basement, and she had taken off into the house only to return moments later, with a woman’s ruby necklace. It had been on the fireplace in the front room.
"Wow, where'd you find this at kid?"
"My name is Bree, not kid. And it was on the fireplace. Now lets go, your friends are starting to sing, and loudly."
"Ok, let’s get you of here ...Bree."
She had smiled when he had called her by her name, and let him lift her out the window. When they were safely out, they put a wooden board in front of the window so no one else would get to use their secret entrance.
Before he left, Alex had bent down and kissed her on the cheek, making her blush. And, he had taken off his arrowhead necklace and hooked it around her neck.
"Later, and thanks kid. From now on, you'll never have to worry about bullies, or boys, until you’re interested in them that is, but then again, I might even scare them off then." He said, then he ran off, around the house, yelling, "Guys, look! I got it! I have proof! Now let’s get out of here before the cops show up!" She hadn't gotten to go back to the house since, but she had always dreamed of it.
At dinner she decided, she would ask her brother about the Remington’s.


Chapter 2


"Jack, do you know the Remington’s?" She asked later that night at dinner.
"Yeah, their new to town. Been here about two days. Why?"
"Nothing, I just saw their name on one of the letters and didn't recognize it."
"Oh, well, their very nice people. Couldn't find better people in the entire world even if I looked myself."
"You left out the part where they bought the Old Barlow place. Quite frankly, and we both already know this, I don't care if their as nice as Peter Pan. All I want to know is, will they take good care of the Barlow place? You know how much that old house means to me."
"Oh, I guess I did leave that part out, didn't I? Well, yes, I do believe they'll take care of it. It is, after all, their home now."
"Cool, ok. Long as you're sure." She said, and he shook hid head yes in response. “Ok, so, do you mind if I go out for a little while? It's been a long time since I saw this place. It will be good to get a look around town and...Well, anyway. Do you mind?"
"Sure, go ahead. Just don't be out to late, ok?"
"Sure thing. Thanks bro. Later Jack, Sally." She said, nodding to both, quickly she ran up the stairs to her room and grabbed her black nike sneakers, and her black and gray camo coat. Before she left, she got a look in her mirror.
With her long, wavy, black hair up in her usual ponytail, a short-sleeved black tee on under her open jacket, black jeans and sneakers, she looked like any other Goth teen. Especially with the three rings on the upper part of her ear, and, her choker, and black nail polish.
Quickly she turned her attention back to the task at hand, and, before leaving her room, she swiped the red envelope, with the invite in it, off her dresser and ran down the stairs and out the door.


The thick iron gates of the Barlow home swung open as she pressed slowly closer. Her '74 dodge charger r/t clone was trying to stall once again. It was so weird. Her car usually worked so well. But if it insisted on being stubborn, well, she could be stubborn to. She pressed the gas hard and continued up the drive.
When she got to the house, she turned off the engine and stepped out of the jet-black car. The house looked amazing. All the boards and shingles were in perfect position, painted a nice dull white, with black shingles and a black front door.
She slowly made her way up the steps of the old-fashioned wrap around porch. Pausing at the door for a moment, then, she knocked slowly on the door and waited. A moment later, it opened slowly, a man with gray hair and a wiry build stood on the other side. He spoke slowly, but with such practice and etiquette that it wasn't quite as slow as it was practiced.
"Mr. and Mrs. Remington are expecting you Madam'. I will take you to them. Please, follow me." He said, closing the grand door behind her as she entered. Then, turning abruptly to the left, he led her into a huge room with great antique furniture and beautiful, 18oo century styled paintings.
"May I present, Miss. Anderson." The butler said in a polite yet guarded tone.
"Yes, please, bring her in, bring her in!" A beautiful, feminine voice said. It seemed to come from one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. The same one she had gotten the necklace from so long ago.
"She is right here Madam'. I have rooms to buttle, so, I shall depart now." The butler said in a sophisticated voice.