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hunting. Though there’d been talk of The Club adding hunting to the activities. That never happened though. While The Club’s property was large enough, they didn’t want to risk someone escaping the grounds. That or members accidentally shooting each other.
         So they were left to kill and torture inside The Club. Some members had been coming there for years fairly regularly. Denny wasn’t sure how. He’d only been a member for a few years, and he already found himself getting bored. There wasn’t much of anything he had not yet done to a human being. He wasn’t sure what was left. It was still satisfying; it took care of his need. It just lacked the thrill it had when his father first brought him there for his college graduation present. That night, he and his father shared a room. His dad showed him what they did and how, and then let Denny have at it.
         Ever since that first night, he’d tried to re-capture the thrill but each time he came, it was becoming less and less exciting. He walked to his guest room and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. The Club provided a place for members to sleep so they didn’t have to drive home in the middle of the night. It was after two in the morning already. As he closed his eyes while stretching out on the bed, his thoughts were interrupted by screaming and yelling coming from the lobby. He sat up and opened the door to see a naked girl, covered in blood running through the lobby and out the front door.
     

Chapter 7
     
         “How much further?” Joel whined.
          “Stop being a little bitch,” Crystal said from behind the wheel. “We’re almost there.”
          She had never taken a road trip with Joel before and didn’t realize how needy he would be. They’d had to stop three times for him to go to the bathroom and once because he was hungry. The sun was starting to creep up as they finally drove past the Round Rock city limit sign. Round Rock was only around twenty miles from Austin, but with all the stupid stops they made, it took much longer than Crystal had hoped.
          “Ok, we’re here,” Sophie said. “Now what?”
          “Well. I’m not sure. I’m really tired,” Crystal said.
          “So am I. Can we get breakfast?” Joel asked.
          “Jesus Christ Joel. This isn’t a fucking vacation. We’re looking for something important here.” Crystal scolded. She drove through the city into downtown.
          “Maybe we should ask the police,” Joel said.
          “Oh that’s great,” Sophie said. “Just walk in and ask the cops if they know where the top secret human trafficking-sex-torture club is. That won’t sound crazy at all.”
          “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” Joel said.
          “Some reporter did a story on it a few years ago. I’ll have to see if I can find the article,” Crystal said. There was a coffee shop just ahead. Crystal pulled the car in to see they were just opening. They went inside and she hooked her laptop up to the Wi-Fi and searched for the article she was looking for. She found it. It had been written by a guy named Brett Higgins. The article had nothing Crystal didn’t already know. It was for an El Paso newspaper. It was part of a series he’d done on Texas urban legends. The piece named some rumored places The Country Club could be located. He had mentioned north of Austin, but didn’t go into specifics.
          Joel got online and worked his magic until he found a cell phone number for Higgins. Crystal dialed the number on her phone. Someone picked it up on the third ring.
          “Hello?” a tired man’s voice mumbled from the other line.
          “Yes, is this Brett Higgins?” Crystal asked.
          “Maybe. Who is this?”
          “I’m Crystal Brown, from Texas Urban Legends. I was calling about your article on The Country Club.”
          “What the hell? Why in the hell would you call me