Call of the Dark (Dark Paranormal Steamy Monster Encounter) Read Online Free

the last few hours for taking prime photos were ticking by. She should have brought a lock picking kit with her, instead of a sick translator.  She called up Tom on her cell.  Maybe he would know what to say.  
         “Hey Tom, it’s Nat.  I need you to talk to this lady.  She doesn’t want to give me this key.  Do you think it’s open anyway?”
         She heard Tom faintly on the other end.  “Let me talk to her.  I’ll convince her.”
         Natasha handed the phone to the lady.  She talked into the cell, her voice raving a few times, with her free hand waving madly in the air.  Finally, after several minutes, her voice softened, and she calmed down.  Natasha saw the old lady nodding her head and a sense of relief washed over her.  Perhaps she would be able to finish this day by scratching two assignments of her list.  The woman looked at her, gave her back her phone and motioned that she was going upstairs.  Natasha waited for her to hobble up the stairs and come back.  In her wrinkled hand, she held a large iron key.
         Natasha grabbed the key and bowed to her smiling to thank the woman.  She had no idea how else to show her appreciation in a way that she would understand.  The woman waved her off briskly, shaking her head.  The old lady still did not seem pleased that she ended up giving her the key.  Natasha called Tom back to thank him.
         “Hi Tom, it’s me again.  Thanks again.  I finally have the key, all thanks to you.  What did you have to say to convince her to give up the goods?”
         “I texted Matt on my phone.  We ended up making some promises we will have to try to keep.”
         “Is Matt going to cut her a check or something?” Natasha asked.
         “We promised her many fine goats with udders flowing of rich milk,” Tom joked, “And you have to give the key back to her before dark tonight.  No exceptions.”
         “Yeah, yeah, I got the spiel.  Haunted church.  Now I really can’t wait to visit.”  Natasha couldn’t keep the excited sarcasm out of her voice. 
         “The lady said it was a bad time to go there.  Especially now.  Too near Walpurgis night,” Tom stated.
         “What the heck is that?”  With all her experience in haunted places, Natasha had never heard of such a thing.
         “It’s kind of like Halloween in April.  Bad things come out of the dark.  But you’re going to a church right?  What’s the worst that could happen?” Tom added this last statement with forced levity.
         “Absolutely.  Time to get me some religion.”     
         “Have a safe drive.  Look out for the crazy local traffic.  As for me, I’m going off to pray again myself to my own god.  The one of the porcelain variety.  If you need me, call.”
         “Ok, thanks again.  Take it easy,” Natasha replied, signing off.
         Key in hand, Natasha headed off to the car for the long winding drive to the first wooden church on Matt’s list.  Nestled midway up one of the tall local mountains, it was not a common tourist destination. Due to the remote location and lack of resident traffic, the road had apparently fallen into some disrepair the last third of the way up, where the general farm traffic turned away.  According to Matt’s cursory research, the church had not had any regular visitors for over 20 years.  With Tom, the drive up would have been old hat to him, but Natasha felt some apprehension.  She got into the small blue rental car and internally psyched herself for the trek up the mountain.
         The first half of the drive was quite pleasant.  The scenery was beautiful, there were rudimentary barriers separating the road from the open cliff downwards, and the road was wide enough to let two cars pass with ease.  As the dirt and gravel road winded its way higher, the diameter narrowed, larger rocks were strewn across it and potholes started making an