The bar was crowded and laughter and chatter was the only sound to be heard. The bar was the only one in Shane village and it was a small place. There was a bar at one end going all the way along. Tables and chairs were scattered around the floor and there was a pool table to one side and a juke box that was never on.
The jumping hare was the place to be for the villagers at the weekends and this day was no exception. Helen laughed and looked across the crowded bar and smiled she was having a great time with her friend Jenny. Helen Westwood was twenty six years old and had a good job as a manager in a store in Claremorris. She had long ginger hair and a freckled face which was pretty and thin. She was slim and had a nice figure and kept herself in trim.
Her friend Jenny had long blonde hair and blue eyes set in a chubby face. Compared to Helen was rather over weight but a nice looking girl never the less. They were chatting with a couple of farm hands Russell and Kenny. They had known each other for a long time and grew up together. The evening wore on and the girls continued to chat and have fun.
**
Helen waited for the taxi with Jenny and they saw the two farm hands walking away together “Bye boys see you soon,” shouted Helen and they both waved at her.
“When is this taxi coming its bloody freezing,” Jenny complained.
It was true the night was cold and there was frost on the ground.
“Hope I don’t get a bloody maniac who drives like sterling moss in this icy weather,” Jenny moaned.
“Oh Jenny please stop moaning you are like an old woman,” Helen said laughing and then the taxi turned up.
“You sure you don’t want a ride home with me,” Jenny asked she lived farther away than Helen.
“No I will be fine its only ten minutes down the road for me,” Helen said and shut the taxi door, and waved to her friend. The taxi pulled away and Helen watched it until it disappeared in the distance.
**
Helen started to walk down the country lane on both sides were bushes and trees. She took out a small pen torch and turned it on and walked a little faster. Her breath came out as steam and the cold was biting. She had the feeling that she was being watched and looked around at the bushes and trees. Maybe it was just a cow or a sheep there were plenty of them in the fields.
She wrapped the scarf tight around her throat, and was thankful for the warm item. Then she stopped and stared she was sure that she saw a white face looking at her from the bushes. It got colder and she shivered and then walked into the bushes.
She walked a short way across a field and came to a group of trees. She un-wrapped her scarf and climbed the nearest tree, and then crawled along a thick branch. She tied the scarf around the branch and then around her neck. She looked down and saw a white faced man clapping his hands and then she jumped.
The bar was crowded and laughter and chatter was the only sound to be heard. The bar was the only one in Shane village and it was a small place. There was a bar at one end going all the way along. Tables and chairs were scattered around the floor and there was a pool table to one side and a juke box that was never on.
The jumping hare was the place to be for the villagers at the weekends and this day was no exception. Helen laughed and looked across the crowded bar and smiled she was having a great time with her friend Jenny. Helen Westwood was twenty six years old and had a good job as a manager in a store in Claremorris. She had long ginger hair and a freckled face which was pretty and thin. She was slim and had a nice figure and kept herself in trim.
Her friend Jenny had long blonde hair and blue eyes set in a chubby face. Compared to Helen was rather over weight but a nice looking girl never the less. They were chatting with a couple of farm hands Russell and Kenny. They had known each other for a long time and grew up together. The evening wore on and the girls continued to chat and have fun.
**
Helen waited for the taxi with Jenny and they saw the two farm hands walking away together “Bye boys see you soon,” shouted Helen and they both waved at her.
“When is this taxi coming its bloody freezing,” Jenny complained.
It was true the night was cold and there was frost on the ground.
“Hope I don’t get a bloody maniac who drives like sterling moss in this icy weather,” Jenny moaned.
“Oh Jenny please stop moaning you are like an old woman,” Helen said laughing and then the taxi turned up.
“You sure you don’t want a ride home with me,” Jenny asked she lived farther away than Helen.
“No I will be fine its only ten minutes down the road for me,” Helen said and shut the taxi door, and waved to her friend. The taxi pulled away and Helen watched it until it disappeared in the distance.
**
Helen started to walk down the country lane on both sides were bushes and trees. She took out a small pen torch and turned it on and walked a little faster. Her breath came out as steam and the cold was biting. She had the feeling that she was being watched and looked around at the bushes and trees. Maybe it was just a cow or a sheep there were plenty of them in the fields.
She wrapped the scarf tight around her throat, and was thankful for the warm item. Then she stopped and stared she was sure that she saw a white face looking at her from the bushes. It got colder and she shivered and then walked into the bushes.
She walked a short way across a field and came to a group of trees. She un-wrapped her scarf and climbed the nearest tree, and then crawled along a thick branch. She tied the scarf around the branch and then around her neck. She looked down and saw a white faced man clapping his hands and then she jumped.