Mixer Harbor: The Room at Midnight .2

Part 2 of The Room at Midnight. Thank you everyone for sticking with me so far! In this installment, Chris gets a further taste of what Mars experiences constantly.

As this particular series is rather longish, I'll provide links to previous installments.

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The Room at Midnight .2

Mars cast his plate into the plastic garbage can with more force than was absolutely necessary. Something was making him more prickly than usual, though Chris now had the sensation he knew generally what it could be.

But, as the walked out of the warm, expansive library silently together, Christopher tried to assure himself what he had seen may have been under the power of suggestion.

Mixer Harbor: The Room at Midnight

Some background on this story: The Mixer Harbor stories all revolve largely around a place called Mixer Harbor. It's a small, quiet, college town somewhere on the North East Coast of the United States. The people in the stories are Chris Andrews (of whom the stories are generally told in perspective of), Travis Bradey, and Mars Maddock.

In this story, we get a small taste of what Mixer Harbor is generally like. This is part one of a coming series for this story.

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Mars stabbed irritably at his food with his fork, however, eyes dark and mulish. Christopher regarded this with forced lightheartedness.

"What's the matter? Did a ravioli kill your dog and rape you?" Mars, with unaccustomed ill humor, simply glanced up from under his eyelashes at his friend before resuming the steady mutilation of his plate. After some random jabs and uncoordinated cuts, he jerked his chin at the table behind Chris.

"Those people." He said finally, voice low. "At the table behind you. They're bothering me. They've been there a while, and they're just staring."