Kayla sat amazed by the view in front of her as her horse slowed to a stop near the cliff Kayla’s eyes scanned the four high mountain tops the suns sunset rays glowing on the peaks made it appear a blueish pink colour Into the sides of the mountains where several different signs and symbols etched into the rock Kayla dropped her head down her hand shielding the sun from her eyes as she looked at the map this was it…..
If you must know a secret pipe, alleyway or fort is most definitely the best place to hide a body __ __ _The woods were quiet as the fog crept in, curling like fingers through the trees. Max's boots crunched against the leaves, his breath shallow and fast. The weight of the body in the tarp on his back was heavier than it should’ve been. He hadn’t thought this through. It was too late to turn back now. _ __ __ __ _His feet carried him to the familiar spot, a crumbling stone arch hidden beneath the canopy of thick oaks. Overgrown ivy clung to the entrance,and Max was the only one who knew it was there. He’d found the tunnel years ago when he was just a kid, a dare from his friends, and it had become his place of solitude. It was safe here. No one ever came. No one except Max _ __ __ Max set the body down carefully, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. The man he’d killed—Jason—hadn’t deserved it, but he had to go. He’d pushed Max too far. They all did, one way or another. __ __ The tunnel’s entrance was narrow. the stones slick with moisture, but it would do. He’d hidden worse things in worse places. __ __ _Dragging the body across the dirt floor, he reached the far wall, a small alcove deep within. His hands shook as he wedged Jason’s lifeless form into the corner, tucking it away as best he could. It was cold down here, the smell of earth and decay mixing with the metallic tang of blood. _ __ Max wiped his face, his fingers trembling. He hadn’t planned on this. He never planned on anything anymore. The world felt so small, the distance between one bad decision and another, just a step away. __ __ Standing there in the dim light, Max stared at the body one last time. "No one will ever find you," he muttered to himself. And with that, he turned and disappeared into the dark tunnel, leaving the past behind him in the woods.
“Over the past 5 weeks my brother Edward has left several letters all with the same General theme that he believed someone was following him. The first letter did not raise any suspicion for Edward had always been a rather imaginative boy and still so now
March 19 1921
Dear Margret, I am writing to inform you that I got mother and father to the house safely. I know I might seem ignorant but I do so feel like somebody has been watching me the last couple days I’m sure it’s nothing however I felt as tho I needed to tell someone
Love Edward
After this letter there was at least one a week progressively getting stranger I started to worry about him was someone actually watching him That leads me to his most recent letter
April 15 1921
Dear Margret I can’t handle it there here there watching me Sometimes they even talk to me-
The rest of the paper was ripped it was at this point I realised something was very wrong and that officer is why I called you”
Some people are afraid of the dark, of course they are not afraid of the dark itself they are afraid of what could be lurking within it. If you imagine a cold rainy night ,dingy alleys , thunder and lonely streets im almost surtain that u would feel uncomfortable, scared maybe? For nobody truly knows what lurks around the dark corners and those who have seen,well sadly they no longer live to tell the tale.
Greenish pale fingers will pluck u from the side walk and drag you away so they can feast apon ur tender flesh all the while a smile spread across there face.
This is what lurks in the dark This is what is around the corner This is what u have to be afraid of.
“Be carful…..”
