The Reimann Curse — Jean DeWeese

Helen lowered herself into the bath slowly, luxuriating in the warmth as it flowed up and around her body. For the first time since Gerald's death her mind was occupied only with her own comfort and well-being. She fell into reverie, going over the events of the day. After all that driving she wasn't sorry she got sidetracked off the main highway. She'd get some much-needed sleep. She mused on the two other guests at the hotel. The old woman had an aristocratic air and was too spry for someone past seventy. The man was unusually handsome...

What was that? Helen sat bolt upright, blinked and shivered, her fingers grasping the edge of the tub. For a few breathless seconds her eyes searched every shadow in the room and her ears listened intently. Nothing. The wind moaned, tree branches scraped the window panes, and Helen was starkly, utterly alone...and terrified!