The History of Twin Bayous – A Play by House Rules

The following day I borrowed a car from Rochelle’s eldest daughter and I drove to the Dutranoit Plantation out on the northwestern side of the island.

I had to stand outside at the security gate for a several minutes before somebody finally answered the call box and let me in. I said that I was here from the sheriff’s office and that I needed to speak with Miss Raquel regarding the matter of a missing person.

Once inside I met with Miss Raquel in her nicely decorated family room.

I had a strange sense that we had met before but I had no recollection of having spoken to her before now.

I felt a sort of burning sensation, but I thought that I felt that way because she was a rather attractive woman.

I told her that I was following up on some of Sheriff Sawyer’s old cases and I was there to investigate the disappearance of an old acquaintance of her’s named Ariel Poindexter.

I asked if she wouldn’t mind if I had a “look around”.

“Not at all,” she told me, “mi casa es su casa”.

I did not know what she meant by that so I asked “What’s that?”.

“Uhmmm, that’s Spanish,” Raquel answered with a snarky tone and then she asked, “Where did you say you were from?”

“I don’t recall saying,” I told her. My response was met with a cold stare.

I then proceeded to have a look around the house; although I did know exactly what I was looking for.

I went directly up the stairs and made my way to the third floor of the house.

I do not know how I knew it, but I knew exactly where Miss Raquel’s bedroom – or boudoir she would call it – was located and for some unknown reason I was trembling as I entered the room.

It was there, inside the room, that I found the chifforobe exactly as Rochelle described it in the story that she relayed to me from her late husband, Sawyer.

I opened the chifforobe and a wondrous, bright bluish light shown forth from the interior of the cabinet.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I stepped inside the cabinet and I let the doors close behind me.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself to be in an entirely different place then where I had been only moments before.


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