Beth hates the time machine her brother, Russ, invented. But when chased by her stalker it's her only means of escape. The machine manifests in 1860 in a barn owned by a male widower with three children. Now with a broken machine, Beth must survive this life until Russ builds another machine and finds her. Unbeknown to Russ the stalker lurks close by watching the inventors every move.
Beth worked until 6:30 p.m. to finish the tasks given by the Freak as
Silvia so titled Steinhart. She bid goodbye to the ones still working
and headed for the almost empty, dimly lit parking lot. Thinking about
the disturbing news on the television earlier, she picked up her pace.
The announcer reported the women were murdered in their homes - not
parking lots. That brought a minuscule amount of relief.
She scurried to her vehicle, scrambled in, locked it and took a deep
breath. After starting the car she turned, and that’s when she spotted
the black sedan. It sat four spots away on the opposite side. She
recognized it by the broken left headlight and the dent on the passenger
Somebody has been stalking her for over a week now, but she had ditched
the car before getting to the motel. It was always after dusk so it was
difficult to see the person driving. Beth heard her ex-boyfriend bought
a different car, and she suspected it was his.
After backing up, she left the parking lot. She turned onto the busy
three-lane street and took a right at the corner - so did the black
sedan. As she headed toward the interstate, she made some unnecessary
turns to lose the stalker. The sedan kept up with her in the late hour
traffic but kept a distance of two car lengths.
When hitting the red light- the longest one on the route - she dialed
Gary’s phone. If the person answered, she'd be sure it was him. She
used star six-seven so her number wouldn't be revealed. The phone rang
“Hello?” Gary bellowed.
It stunned her when he answered so quickly. She glanced in the rearview
mirror - the individual did not have a phone to their ear.
“Hello?” Gary shouted again.
The background was noisy, probably a bar during Happy Hour she figured.
Someone called his name, and he hung up.
Beth sat dumbfounded. Her eyes strained to identify the dark figure
through her mirror. Irate now, she muttered, “Who in the hell are
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Kathleen Ballantine Watson's fictional tale, "Destination Unknown" existed in her mind well before her fingers made it to the keyboard. For thirteen years the tale unfolded to her children, grandchildren, friends, and family whom all persuaded her to write a book.
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