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Here are the links to last week Wednesday’s Weird Tales of the Unknown and this week’s Sunday Fabricated Stories.
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I’ve also started a Patreon: Shadow Queen, where for three dollars a month, you’ll be able to join the community I’ll be starting soon and get early previews of stories I post there as well as exclusive stories. These exclusive stories will include pieces of my as of yet unpublished novels.
Now, onto this week’s Monday Short Tales. I believe I Don’t Think I want To be Here Anymore will likely continue until Sept 23; then a quick little short story followed by continuation of the Haunted College Boys. I’ll post a special edition the week of the 23-30 that will be the entire saga until now.
Martin groaned as he opened his eyes.
“Ow, my head hurts.”
“Oh, good! You’re awake!”
Martin jolted as a voice rang in close quarters.
Quickly, his memory flashed back even as his head throbbed.
Spirit winced as Martin’s voice was weak even as he struggled to sit up.
“Do you think you could climb out?”
Martin’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and he looked up, now realizing just where they were.
“No, I don’t think so. I don’t see anything I can use as a hand or foot hold. Can you lift us?”
“No. I’m too weak and it’s not yet dusk. I’m growing stronger but I won’t be back at full strength until dusk.”
“Okay, so we gotta figure another way out.”
“There’s a tunnel there but I don’t know where it goes. There’s something else.”
Martin waited for Spirit to continue but she didn’t.
“This hole is familiar to me. But I’ve never been here before.”
Martin frowned, but remembered that his friend was a ghost.
“You sure you don’t remember being down here before?”
She shook her head before remembering that Martin can’t see her.
“No, I don’t remember this hole but something is eerily familiar.”
“You don’t remember how you died, do you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Maybe you fell down, not necessarily this hole, but another hole in this forest.”
“But where do all these holes come from?”
“There’s a tunnel there. Maybe’s there’s a set of underground tunnels that no one knows about.”
“But what are the tunnels from?”
“I don’t know but I think we’re about to find out. There’s no other way out of here. But before we go further, what is your name?”
“I think it’s Camden.”
“You think? You don’t know, for sure?”
“No. Like my death, I know I’m dead, but I don’t know how and I don’t remember my name. I think it’s Camden.”
“Well, that’s what we’ll use for now. Let’s go.”
“Okay, we’re sticking together, right?”
“Yes. You’ll have to help me though, remember that I can’t see you.”
Martin looked around the tunnel as he and Camden slowly made their way down. He was thankful he’d packed a flashlight in his pack in case of dark patches of woods. He’d never expected to need it for a tunnel.
There didn’t appear to be anything remarkable about these tunnels, worrying him. Why were they here? He’d hear horror stories about underground tunnels, after all.
Hmmm, just what are those tunnels for? Are they connected to the malevolent spirit Martin and Camden ran into earlier who had another spirit follow them? Or are they even worse than him?
We’ll have to wait and see.
I’ll also be posting a writing prompt on Mondays as well as a special post just for writing prompts on Wednesday: You are the owner of a magical book which tells you what you most need to know at the moment when you open it. But, it is not always things you want to know.
‘Til Next Time, Friends!
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