Welcome back! This week, I’ve decided to share a deleted scene from The Burning of Isobel Key. Towards the end of their Highland tour, Lou and Tammy visited Loch Ness. I hope you’ll enjoy this never-before seen deleted scene!
The Loch Ness monster was one of the oldest scary stories she remembered from her childhood, and she had always been fascinated with the different people who claimed to have seen the creature. Lou had checked out every book her school library had on the subject, and her practical parents had laughed at her gently, reminding her that almost all of the modern sightings had been disproved as hoaxes. Lou heard their words, but a piece of her heart continued to believe in the magic and mystery of such stories, and now, standing on the banks of the most famous lake on earth, she felt her childhood beliefs being strengthened by the eerie atmosphere.
Tammy stood beside her, looking out over the strange water, and for once, Lou was the one providing the facts.
“Did you know that the first sighting of the monster was in the 6th century by an Irish Monk?” Tammy looked at Lou and shook her head. “Saint Columba not only saw the monster, but he supposedly said a blessing over it and saved a man from being eaten!” Both girls laughed, and Tammy turned toward Lou.
“I didn’t know you were going to be the walking guidebook today!” She teased.
Lou blushed, but chuckled. “You know me, always interested in the paranormal stuff. Remember how fascinated I was with the Bermuda Triangle in middle school?”
Tammy laughed at the memory. “You tried to convince the social studies teacher that the students should be able to raise money for a trip there to see if all the stories were real or not.” Lou giggled and nodded.
Tammy gestured at the dark loch before them. “Well, if you want a little mystery and a little magic with a creepy tale or two thrown in for good measure, I think we’ve come to the right place.” Looking out over the loch, its surface rippling in isolated spots from some unseen underwater disturbance, Lou thought that Tammy couldn’t be more right. There was something about this place, not just Loch Ness, but all of Scotland that seemed to make all the stories and fears of childhood seem viable and within reach. There was a tangible sense of enchantment here that she had not noticed while fixated on the rain. Now, waves of emotion swept over her as she fell under the spell of the ancient land: it was as if something of great strength and danger lurked over the next hill, just out of sight.
Make sure you drop around next week. I’ll be introducing you to Hamish, a living tourist attraction.
What urban legends make your skin crawl? Do you believe in the Loch Ness Monster?