Hey Ya’ll! Welcome back to PEP! I’m back home and back to work. I’ll be posting about the trip in different posts over the next couple of weeks.
It was a fun trip. It’s been 11 years since my last road trip. Since then, it’s been three Disney cruises, one Carnival cruise and one Holland America cruise when we were able to travel. Between finances and, before I worked for myself, me never having time off from my last jobs, we weren’t able to go somewhere every year.
We couldn’t decide where we wanted to go considering finances and time constraints. So, I came up with an itinerary of off-beat and oddball places in the Midwest directly due north of Texas. I came up with the list via Atlas Obscura. That site is awesome, the name is a link if you want to check it out. Each day was different, depending upon where the coin flip directed us the night before. We didn’t get everywhere, due to time constraints and just how big and flat Kansas really is. But I still have the itinerary and we have to go past some of it on our way to either Utah-somehow we’ve missed staying the night in Utah despite being in every state surrounding it- or the top North-West.
So look for updates on my trips, including pictures, in the coming weeks.
I don’t have a new story in my Medium Publications, Sunday Fabricated Stories or Wednesday’s Weird Tales of the Unknown this week due to the vacation. I’ll them for you next week.
On a side note, though, I think I may have a new name for Paula’s Eclectic Paradise. I’m going to test it out, see how I feel about it. I’ll show you soon!
So without further ado- Here’s this week’s Monday’s Short Story: the latest installation of I Don’t Think I Want to Be Here Anymore.
Camden could feel herself growing stronger; it must be after sunset. That boded well for her but not for Martin. Dark wouldn’t affect her, she could see anywhere but Martin, being a living human, his danger would grow.
“The sun has set.”
“Uh, how do you know that? There’s no way for us to see out.”
Martin shone his flashlight around the tunnel to prove his point. Nothing but dirt walls as far as human and ghost eye could see.
“I’m stronger. I would only have grown this much stronger so quickly if it’s dusk.”
“Okay, that’s good. Could you get us out of here now?”
“If I had any idea where here was, maybe. But I can’t see through these dirt walls any more than you can. I’m afraid I’d take us into something even worse than this.”
“Fair enough. ‘Sides, you should probably reserve your energy in case of another fight.”
The two walked on in calm silence for a while.
Martin came to a stop as his flashlight showed a hole in the dirt wall. He moved the beam around and discovered that the ‘hole’ was an opening in the tunnel and there was another on the opposite wall. They weren’t large but big enough for him to get through. He doubted Camden would have an issue, but he had no idea how big she actually was.
“We have a problem.”
“Ha ha. There’s a tunnel to the right and left. Should we continue straight on, head left or head right?”
“Oh, dear. Any one of them could be more dangerous than the other two.”
“Exactly. I guess we could pick one, go down a ways and if we don’t find anything or we’re not comfortable for any reason, we can come back.”
“Works for me.”
Martin waved his hand, pulling the old eeny meenie miney moe routine and chose the opening to the right. He started walking, waving the flashlight around, hoping to pick up on any potential dangers. These tunnels were old but firmly packed, yet he hadn’t come across any sign of life, or even un-life.
Camden stopped as she heard something that made her stomach twist.
In a hoarse whisper, “Wait!”
She saw Martin stop and fortunately, he remained silent.
It didn’t take long for Martin to hear the step-drag sounds that she did. He promptly turned and started turning back the way they’d come. She followed; ears still perked for the steps. If she could breathe, she would’ve sucked in a breath as she realized the step-drag was getting faster. It was matching Martin’s footsteps.
They made it back to the original tunnel and came to a stop.
Martin realized the step-drag sounds hadn’t stopped but rather, had sped up.
There was nowhere for them to go so he raised his flashlight, shining beam down, ready to use it as a weapon as the step-drag grew closer and closer.
His skin turned white as a young man walked out of the tunnel they’d gone down, what remained of his left leg making the dragging sound they’d been hearing.
His eyes locked on them and he spoke, pain evident in his voice, “Don’t go down there! Leave! You can’t stay here!”
He fell forward, Martin plastering himself against the tunnel wall, landing face first on the packed dirt and not moving.
Before Martin could step forward to check on the clearly injured man, he vanished.
Who vanished? Martin or the dead guy? What do you think happens next? Do Martin and Camden manage to escape? Does Camden ever discover who she is, how she died and why she died?
I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
‘Til Next Time, Friends!
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