A Horror Novel
By Amanda Lawrence Auverigne
Copyright © 2012 Amanda Lawrence Auverigne
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Albert turned off the truck's engine and he yanked his keys from the vehicle's ignition. He unfastened his seat belt. He turned and grabbed a red messenger bag from the passenger seat.
A tiny embroidered yellow rose decorated the right corner of the front of the satchel.
Albert swung the bag atop his right shoulder. He clutched his keys tightly in his gloved hand. He turned and opened the door at his side before leaping from the interior of the silver Hummer. His feet crunched against the rock-covered ground of the parking lot. He stared up at the tall gray building that was located in front of the parking area.