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were incredible and practically impossible to believe. However, the crackled black and white images lying on the bottom of the box gave proof to the journal entries. Someone had photographed the man during his shift. Kohl stared in utter amazement at the hard evidence.
    A yellowed envelope taped to the back cover of the journal caught his attention. He couldn’t imagine what more he’d uncover, but he’d opened the door to another world and had to continue on. Setting the notebook aside, he loosened the brittle seal. He gasped when he read the signature on the letter— Alaric Basset . The letter was also dated 1912.
    Kohl’s heart pounded in his chest as he read another piece of history.
    I killed the last vampire today. Our community has suffered tragically. Everyone has either died or moved away. I could not leave until my task was complete and the death of my parents avenged. I felt compelled to eliminate the threat to future generations. My daughter and her children can now live without the daily horror of bloodsucking monsters lurking in the caves.
    Sadly, one of the shifters was caught off guard by the vampires. Talon was young and inexperienced against such evil. One of the vicious creatures managed to function during the day. Under a stormy sky, the vampire attacked. Their hunger is fierce now that they are under attack and the town is almost empty. The Shasta Realm had no choice but to bind Talon’s soul until he is cured. He is now half vampire and half shifter—a hybrid of the worst kind. Until he finds the strength to overcome his lust for blood, he must remain bound in the Bloodstone.
    I pray that one day Talon will be released from his hellish imprisonment. I buried the Bloodstone under the castle where it will remain safely hidden until fate intervenes. God be with you, Talon.
    Kohl folded the letter back into the envelope. Bloodstone! Shasta Realm! Talon…yes! The man in my dreams is named Talon. He dragged a hand across his forehead to wipe the sweat away then read the final journal entry written by Alice, the daughter.
    We are moving today. Father is taking us northeast, away from this ghost town to a great city called Austin, where most of our former neighbors have relocated. I will miss the majestic river and our home on the bluff but I won’t miss the evil that lived here.
    He closed the journal, tied it shut and gently placed in back into the chest. His mind reeled with what he’d just read and the photos left behind. Shifters, vampires? He couldn’t fathom such things, though books were inundated with the myths. With great care, he looked through the photos again. Two were stuck together. Hm, I missed this. Kohl eased them apart with a deft touch. His eyes widened in shock. In his hand was a very old picture of the amulet. Even in black and white, the details were shockingly clear. And in this photo, the eagle fossil was still plainly visible embedded in the stone.
    Kohl wanted desperately to take the picture home and compare it to his artifact, but he’d promised to leave everything inside the box here and he was a man of his word. With a reluctant sigh, he laid the photo on top of the journal and sealed the lid back onto the chest. Besides, he had no doubt that the photograph left behind by Alaric’s ancestor was of the amulet found at the site.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Kohl hovered over the grill, watching the Delmonico steaks sizzle to mouthwatering perfection. Alaric’s family history tumbled over and over in his mind. He wondered how the man could not know. Maybe he does know but refuses to talk about it. Is this why he seems so scared of the paranormal? Kohl didn’t know how to approach him on the matter or whether he should. He decided to respect his friend’s feelings and not bring it up.
    “So,” Alaric mumbled between bites during dinner. “Did you uncover anything to help shed light on your peculiar artifact?”
    “As a matter of fact, I did.” Kohl sliced into his steak,