Lovelier

By Kevin Osbourne

Freshman Thomas Fernal, picks up a mysterious hitchhiker on the night of his college mixer. Immediately he feels as he'd known the stranger before.

As the night continues and the mystery unfolds Thomas finds himself in a race to uncover who the stranger before they are both destroyed.

Battling time and circumstance Thomas realizes as the night continues, that he must solve the mystery of the hitchhiker's identity. As he slowly realizes that she is not quite what she appears. Using the few clues Thomas must figure out why, before they both destroyed by what is to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kevin Osbourne
• Release date: Sep 20, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301419968

Kevin Osbourne

Kevin Osbourne was born in Kingston, Jamaica and grew up in Los Angeles, California. He is an Army Veteran and currently resides and writes in San Diego, CA.

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LOVELIER

KEVIN OSBOURNE

Published by Kevin Osbourne at Smashwords

Copyright 1999 Kevin Osbourne

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 - The Drive

Chapter 2 - The Hall

Chapter 3 --The Trees

Chapter 4 - The Road

THE DRIVE

I was shaking, but I wasn’t scared—not yet, anyhow. Actually, I was smiling as I drove my Mustang. I liked thinking that by the way. That it was mine. Maybe I hadn’t saved a penny to buy it, but I loved it as if I had. It was beautiful, black on the outside with worn silver chrome fenders that reflected in the moonlight.

I got my 1966 Mustang with all leather interior as an eighteenth birthday and beginning freshman-year gift. In some ways, it reminded me of a movie I’d seen by Stephen King, about a haunted car named Christine; except my car didn’t do anything except drive, turn, and reverse. That was fine with me.

I was on my way to the freshman mixer at University of Irderlyne, a college based in south California near the Mexican border. I worked out a deal where I could live just five miles from campus with an uncle, paying him rent. He lived even farther in the backwoods than Irderlyne in the small town of Mountain Vista. The nearest mountains were the Rockies and those were a long way off. But there were many desert canyons along the highway toward Irderlyne.

I drove under a cool, star-filled sky, filled with small, glittering points of light. The chilly desert wind came down onto