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This chapter is about an employee who was completely unaware of the strange goings-on at the resort and still was not aware of what she had experienced until this story leaked out and people began sharing their stories. After talking with Wilma and the employee involved this is the way I interpreted this chain of events to have happened. 187Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6EsCbhSVvH
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Jennifer Carpenter, a striking woman in her mid-30s with piercing blue eyes that seemed to reflect her sharp intellect, was busy checking behind the bar, getting everything ready for the herd of good ol' boys and girls who would be coming through the double doors any minute now. Her chestnut brown hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of elegance. She possessed an air of confidence and directness that could be both intimidating and captivating. Jennifer's quick wit and intelligence make her a formidable conversationalist, and while she can be direct at times, her likable personality shines through in her interactions with others. She is not one to mince words and prefers to tackle challenges head-on, making her a respected figure among her peers. Despite her strong demeanor, Jennifer has a compassionate side and is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.
Since the ice machine was on the blink, Jennifer was doing Wilma's duties until she came back. Wilma had left the nightclub to get some bags of ice for the mixed drinks and Cokes they would be serving.
Since Jennifer had everything ready, she grabbed the straw broom and dustpan, and quickly swept the floor behind the bar. Completing the task, she started to walk back to the north end of the double-sided bar, when something lying on the floor caught her attention.
"Whoa, where'd that come from?" she asked. She quickly scanned both sides of the bar area to see if someone had sat down and pushed the green piece of paper over the countertop onto the black-slate floor. Nobody was near the bar on either side.
"Man, that's nuts!" she spoke aloud to herself. "I swear, I just cleaned up here and that paper wasn't anywhere in sight."
She leaned the broom and the dustpan against the bar, her curiosity piqued by the mysterious piece of paper. As she picked it up, a sense of total confusion washed over her. It was a canceled check, made out to "Gulf Coast Volkswagen," a well-known dealership in town. The check was for $200, a hefty sum for the time, dated October 15, 1968. What caught her attention was the signature at the bottom: "J. Windsor."
Jeniffer had worked for Buck and Wilma since opening day and had helped Wilma scrub the stainless steel beer and wine coolers that were located under the countertop of the bar. She knew that check hadn't been left there before, but she shrugged off any thoughts about it and placed it in the cash register for Wilma to worry about.
Some time later Wilma returned to the bar, struggling with six bags of ice that she could just barely carry. She sat them down on the floor, then, one by one, lifted them over the countertop to Jennifer. While Wilma made her way around the end of the bar, Jennifer opened the bags of ice and poured them into one of the coolers.
"Hey, Wilma. Just letting you know, I found a canceled check on the floor. I stuck it in the cash register, figured you might wanna take a look."
"Is it one of ours?"
"Ah, nah," Jennifer said with a confused look. "I finished sweeping while you were out, and when I was done, I spotted that fuckin' thing smack in the middle of the floor. It wasn't there when I swept, and I've got no clue how it ended up there. Go check it out."
Wilma walked to the end of the bar, opened the register, pulled out the check, and inspected it. She felt a wave of terror wash over her.
"Well, I'll be damned! This check's dated 1968. There's just no way it could've ended up there. You and I cleaned every inch of this joint the day we opened for business, and we've done it countless times since."
"I know, right? It's just so weird. Like it just materialized out of thin air or something."187Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobq4J9Sg0W
As Wilma examined the signature on the draft, her shock intensified. "J. Windsor," she murmured, the name sending shivers down her spine. Could it be another one of the ghosts haunting the resort, one that Carlos didn't bother to tell her about? The possibility sent a chill through her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this mysterious check than met the eye.187Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIM5ujvlIz9
"Wilma, who the fuck is ' J. Windsor'?" 187Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4DAR3jw3a
"Interesting, isn't it?" Wilma remarked as she pushed the cash register's drawer closed. "This check seems a bit too refined for one of the original students. And those initials, 'J. Windsor,' don't ring a bell from any of the old yearbooks." She paused, considering. "It could be from a visitor to the school." With a decisive nod, she continues, "I'll take it home and let Buck have a look. You know how he loves delving into the history of the old high school, rummaging through those old papers." Then, with a glance at the clock, she added briskly, "But for now, we'd better get busy. We've only got two minutes before the guests start pouring into the ballroom."
"Works for me," Jeniffer responded as she began stacking the drinking glasses on silver trays, and then placed them on top of each other at both ends of the bar. The women kept plenty of eight-ounce glasses ready at all times. It was common for them to serve five to six hundred mixed drinks during a normal night.187Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIo6sqCDbny
