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Karl stared after the departing woman. Her gaze had been … intense. What was her connection to him, and why did she seem to know of him. The woman had been watching him the first time he’d ventured out in Bracken Ridge. That wasn’t a coincidence.

Karl was about to go and speak to Jasper to get some answers — even if he had to shake the old man to get them — but he was too late. The battered old truck of the caretaker pulled out of the parking spot, and headed down the road in the same direction that the mystery woman had gone. Karl only made eye with Jasper for a second, but he got the distinct impression that the old man was pretending not to see him.

“What the fuck is going on around here?”

Karl shook his head, weirded out about everything going on. Just when he thought he was getting a handle on things — insane though they were — something else happened. Jessica … Karl would bet that she was still quietly sitting back at the cabin. Recovering from the impromptu ass-fucking, even though it had been hours since he left her.

Karl had still barely processed what he’d done — consciously, this time. He had no idea what was causing it, no idea what was even possible — but he now believed. Believed that he could somehow effect change. He had no other explanation for his girlfriend’s actions. Nothing made sense. Unfortunately he had been at his job all morning so was unable to really come to grips with it all. Karl was unsure how far he even wanted to take all this — or how much was even possible.

But … it was exciting.

Which was underselling it. Karl felt alive, electricity running through his very veins. The kind of excitement that he hadn’t even realised he’d been missing his entire life.

If I went back to see Amanda now, I could go even further. Or is it … wrong? It’s not like she was a zombie. Even Jess was talking back a little. So it’s not like I’m fully controlling them?

Karl shook his head. He was dimly aware that there was maybe something else going on with him. Karl kept flitting between two opposite mentalities. Having a moral issue with somehow influencing women, and then being all gung-ho about what he could actually do.

I guess I’m … not as good a guy as I thought?

That was a little depressing.

I just need to keep a grip on myself. Don’t get carried away. No matter how exciting something is.

Seeing Jasper and the mystery women actually aligned quite well with something that had been in the back of Karl’s mind anyway. He decided he was going to go talk to Alisha. She’d been avoiding him, but if he went to her house she couldn’t easily run away.

Although I shouldn’t think of it in those . It’s not like she’s been running away exactly.

Also, the vague idea of Alisha trying to get away from him actually excited Karl to some degree.

Oooookay. Uh, definitely gotta watch myself there.

Karl shook himself, clearing his head. He wanted to see — just see — if he was affecting Alisha the same way that he had Amanda and Jess. And now he also wanted to ask Alisha about the mystery woman that kept cropping up. Karl was sure that she had recognised the woman’s description when he’d first told her, even if Alisha had been evasive about it.

… of course I can’t exactly say I was dreaming about her. Or even that I found her picture in my uncles cabin. But Alisha might know why she’s always there. Glaring at me.

Decision made, Karl headed to Alisha’s house.

Karl knocked on Alisha’s door, rehearsing what he was going to say to her. The main issue was getting inside her house — although something told Karl that wouldn’t be too difficult. Even though she’d been avoiding him, Karl didn’t get the impression that she didn’t want to see him.

The door swung open, and Karl blinked. It wasn’t the woman he’d been expecting. Instead of Alisha, her younger sister stood in the doorway.

Karl hadn’t really spoken to Alisha’s sister, Kate, long. In fact he’d only seen her for a brief moment before she’d disappeared into her room. Despite his intended goal, Karl took a moment to surreptitiously ire Alisha’s sister.

Karl tended to prefer long hair on a woman, but he had to it the pixie-cut suited Kate. It emphasised her more slender frame, and the low-cut sleeveless top she wore helped as well. In fact, it was a bit of a struggle to maintain eye .

Karl gave the younger woman what he thought of as his professional smile.

“Ah, sorry. I was looking for your sister. Is Alisha home?”

Kate slumped against the doorframe, folding her arms as she raised an eyebrow at him. Her lips twitched like she was holding back a smile.

“Well well. How … interesting to see you again.”

“Is it? I mean, hi.”

She nodded at him.

“I’m Kate.”

“Yeah I . Sorry, is your sister in? I just wanted to ask her about —”

Kate rolled her eyes for a moment, and then reached out to grab his arm. She flashed him a smile about as professional as his had been.

“Come in, come in.”

Karl found himself being towed inside, very similar to the last time Alisha had invited him in. Kate plonked him down on the sofa, and then stood in front of him. Smiling faintly.

This isn’t happening again, is it? I’ve barely talked to this woman!

Karl couldn’t help but let his eyes drift down a little. Her top had ridden up, exposing the pale skin of her stomach. She had a belly piercing.

Karl cleared his throat.

“You didn’t say if Alisha was home …”

“… Kate.”

Kate’s eyes were twinkling playfully, and Karl realised that she was messing with him. He laughed, despite himself.

“Yeah I know.”

Kate cocked her hip, looking pleased with herself.

“My sister is still out, but she’ll be home soon. So I thought you could wait here! Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty at all? You’ve been working, yeah?”

Karl shifted on the sofa.

“Yeah I have. I’ll have something to drink if it’s not too much bother.”

“No bother at all! Of course, I’m only offering water or soda. If you want wine, you’ll have to wait and see if Alisha wants to treat you again.”

Kate winked, and Karl flashed slightly.

“Water is fine.”

Kate walked off, but as Karl focused on her rear end in her denim shorts, her walk became something of a saunter. An almost exaggerated sway to her hips. When she returned with two glasses, her expression was unchanged though. She sat down across from Karl after handing him his drink, and crossed her legs. Once more, it was a struggle for Karl to keep eye . She was showing quite a lot of pale thigh.

Karl took a long drink from his glass and then smiled at Kate.

“We, didn’t really get a chance to talk before, did we? Besides from a quick introduction.”

Kate leant back, resting her arms on the back of the sofa. She smiled easily.

“Yeah, because I was being all considerate and giving the two of you some privacy.”

Karl forced a laugh.

“You didn’t have to do that. It was just —”

Kate rolled her eyes.

“Sure it was. Look, don’t try to play it off. I don’t believe you, and I also don’t care. My sister doesn’t invite men over as a rule. Not that there are any decent prospects in this town! Besides, I could see how you were looking at each other.”

Karl could tell that Kate was enjoying herself. Like she was playing wingman for her sister? At least that was the impression that he got. Karl debated whether he should try and talk her down from her assumption, maybe mention the fact that he had a girlfriend. It wasn’t like anything had actually happened between him and Alisha. But even so … Kate seemed very casual about him being here. Karl wondered if it was just her personality, or if it was something else. Something that he was doing?

Karl concentrated, focusing his attention upon Kate. It wasn’t onerous. She was definitely sexy, and Karl wondered if he could do something similar to what he had done with Jessica this morning. Not to see if he could have sex with her though! No, just to see if he could … influence her to be more open with him.

“You know your sister is almost my boss, right?”

Kate rolled her eyes again. She reached up and absently scratched at her cheek.

“Look, Karl. I don’t know you. And that’s fine! And I’m not expecting you to sweep my sister off her feet. None of us are teenagers. But Alisha’s has been almost giddy the last few days.”

“She has?”

Kate nodded.

“Yeah. It’s been kind of cute, actually. And it’s not like I think you’d work together, or be appropriate for a long term partner for her —”

“You don’t?”

Kate laughed lightly, but not meanly. She just seemed to be enjoying keeping Karl off balance. She leant forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and cupping her face in her hands as she regarded him.

“Look, buddy, you’re what — ten years younger than my sister? About my age? Not partner material, especially in this backwards town. Think of the ‘scandal’! But you’re perfect for Alisha to have a little fun. As long as you don’t hurt her or string her along, I’m more than fine with you seeing my sister. Just keep things light and easy. You get me?”

Karl just stared at Kate for a few moments.

“… I feel like I’ve missed a few steps along the way to here.”

Kate grinned. She leant back again, and crossed her legs — one foot tapping absently in the air.

“You’ve just moved here, so maybe you haven’t realised yet — this place is dead! Small towns really are the worst — in some ways at least. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. And my sister hasn’t been on a date in … god, I have no idea how long. And I don’t even blame her! There’s just no one around to choose from. Especially not after so many people up and left.”

Karl narrowed his eyes as Kate mentioned something he’d heard before. A whole group of people leaving all at the same time? And the timing was odd as well.

“You know, I heard about that. A lot of people leaving. Didn’t Alisha’s friend only get a house here because of it?”

Kate blinked, caught off guard as Karl changed the subject.

“Who, Amanda? Yeah. I thought that would be good for Alisha. You know, having a friend so close. But Amanda doesn’t have a lot of time to socialise. And hanging out with a toddler on Alisha’s few days off wouldn’t really be improving her social life, would it?”

“You seem to be really invested in your sister’s, uh, love life?”

Kate sighed ruefully.

“Someone has to be! She’s sacrificed too much — especially for me. I just want her to enjoy herself.”

To Karl’s eyes, Kate seemed oddly engaged with him. He might have been able to put it off to just them hitting it off, but not in light of everything else he’d noticed. And what she was talking about … Karl was sure that she wouldn’t normally be so open in discussing her older sister’s love life with relative stranger.

“But what about you, Kate? Surely the scene here is just as bad for you?”

Kate blinked, and then waggled a finger playfully at Karl.

“Oh no. None of that, buddy! Alisha saw you first. I’m not going to poach the talent.”

“… I wasn’t implying that at all. But thanks? I think?”

Kate sat back in her chair, eyeing him closely. She seemed amused despite what she said, and was absently biting her finger as she looked him over.

“You’re welcome, Karl. Honestly though, you’re the best looking thing that’s come to town in a while. I’d have been down for some casual fun — in other circumstances! But I’m not hurting Alisha.”

Karl was unsure if it would help or hinder if he mentioned that there was nothing going on between him and her sister. But additionally … it excited him. Excited him to hear Kate talk so casually about sex and ‘having fun’ with him. He found his eyes lingering on her neck and shoulders, iring her pale skin and her delicate features.

Karl cleared his throat.

“You seem very, uh, open. About everything.”

Kate lifted one foot up onto the sofa, hugging her knee to her chest. She was sitting pretty immodestly — her thighs parted and open — but she didn’t seem to care. She rested her cheek on her knee as she looked at Karl.

“You’ve got to be open around here. As long as you keep things discreet. So … make sure you do that, you hear? Honestly, I’ve just been bored out of my mind the last few months. Especially since my bestie moved away. I’m only half serious by the way. I was trying to make you squirm a bit, but you’re not really playing along properly.”

Kate pouted theatrically for a moment before smiling. Karl smiled back.

“Ah. I was wondering.”

Kate’s smile widened into a grin.

“Did I get you? Even a little?”

“… maybe a little. But you said your friend was one of the people that moved away? So you’d know why they all left?”

Kate’s brow furrowed.

“Why do you want to know?”

Karl shrugged, keeping things casual.

“I’ve heard it mentioned a few times. Just curiosity really.”

Kate looked at him for a few moments, and then sighed.

“Yeah. She was part of the exodus. And I never got a reason. Maybe just a weird coincidence? It wouldn’t be that bad really; I mean people move away all the time, right? But she barely ever even returns my calls these days.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Kate shrugged.

“Meh. What are you going to do? She’d been acting a little strange before she left anyway. I never found out what was up with her though. I figured she was sleeping with one of the married guys in town or something. But then again, she probably would have just told me if that was the case.”

Karl narrowed his eyes at Kate’s flippant attitude. He kept his voice even though.

“That happen often?”

Kate looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged again.

“Sometimes. You hear stories … but don’t you go getting any ideas now!”

Karl forced a laugh.

“Hardly. So is there anything else I should watch out for in Bracken Ridge? Or anyone? I only ask because I’ve had a few interesting run-ins already.”

“You have? You’ve only just got here! But yeah, there are a few kooky people. Who have you met?”

“Jasper, for one.”

Kate scrunched up her face.

“Oh, ouch. Yeah, he’s a little odd. He’s harmless though and his heart is in the right place.”

Karl raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Jasper always watches out for us younger girls — particularly in the tourist season. I used to hate it when I was younger, but even then it didn’t come across as creepy, you know? There’s only one pub in town, and it’s tiny, but he’s usually hanging around outside when it closes.”

“That sounds a bit creepy to me.”

Kate frowned for the first time.

“Nah, it’s not. Maybe a little … misguided chivalry? But he’s alright. If you had a run-in with him, maybe he saw you looking a little too long at some woman.”

“I don’t think so, but … are we talking about the same guy? Craggy face, sunken cheeks. Looks like someone took a shit under his nose?”

Kate burst out laughing.

“Yeah, that’s him. But like I said — harmless.”

Karl just smiled and nodded, but he kept his opinions to himself.

“There’s someone else as well — someone I’ve seen around. I didn’t get her name though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. A woman, maybe Alisha’s age? Dark hair. She looked a little rundown and tired, but …

Karl gave Kate the description. When he finished, Alisha’s sister frowned.

“Ah. That sounds like Giselle.”

“Giselle?”

“Yeah. Her mom was French, and married one of the chalet owners. I thinking that she was always a little full of herself. She’d travelled, seen the world outside of this town … or even this state, hah. I used to think she was lording it over everyone else here, but I was probably just jealous. But Giselle … she’s been a bit … weird. For a while now.”

Karl thought that was pretty interesting.

“Sounds like a lot of people have been acting ‘weird’ around here lately?”

Kate laughed, waving her hand dismissively.

“You wouldn’t think it meant anything if you grew up around here. Everyone’s weird. Anyway, what kind of encounter did you have with her? Giselle keeps to herself mostly.”

“I haven’t spoken to her, but …”

Karl quickly gave Kate a stripped version of his encounter with Giselle — leaving out the photograph. Kate sighed when he finished, and crossed and recrossed her legs.

“Yeah. That sounds like Jizzy.”

“…Jizzy?”

Kate paused, looking a little ashamed of herself.

“Ah, sorry. That was mean. My friend used to call her that. She hated Giselle, although I never got a concrete reason why. Just said that she was trouble. Anyway, Giselle lives a little outside the town proper. She used to come into Bracken Ridge all the time, but then she just … stopped. No one saw her for weeks and weeks. And now she just scurries around, barely talking to anyone.”

“Did something happen to her?”

Kate shrugged.

“I don’t know, and I never heard anything from anyone else either.”

“When was this? When she changed, I mean?”

Kate looked at Karl curiously, but answered him quickly enough.

“Uh, nine months back? I think? But the broodiness and intensity started in earnest about six months ago.”

That got Karl’s attention. He leant forward, intent. In answer, Kate seemed to shiver a little, and swayed a little in his direction. Karl barely noticed.

“Did she lose a friend around that time as well?”

Kate blinked slowly.

“Huh? What?”

Karl smiled patiently.

“Well, that’s about the same time as everyone moved away — isn’t it? Did she have someone close to her that left?”

“Oh? Oh, yeah. I guess it was about that time. Uh, no I don’t think so. Not in the group of people that left. Although …”

“What is it?”

Kate hesitated, looking very unsure. She glanced around, and then lowered her voice.

“She did used to hang around with your uncle. Or at least she’d visit him. He ed away too about that time didn’t he? Maybe they were closer than I thought? Funny, I never really noticed that your uncle died about the same time as —”

Kate started to laugh nervously, and then stopped. Looking guilty.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to be flippant.”

Karl just smiled easily, hiding his internal excitement.

“It’s fine. I didn’t really know him, so it’s not like —”

The front door opening made both of them jump. Karl looked over to see Alisha entering. She didn’t see him at first, as she was juggling her keys and her bag. When she saw him sitting with her sister, her eyes widened.

“Karl?”