The Faraday Inn

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Congratulations, you've made the dreadful mistake of wondering upon this story. I'm afraid it is yet another jagged piece in the way to pass the hours puzzle. The Faraday Inn, an odd place full of
odd people. Though you might not think so, it is in fact the key to everything. Perhaps I've told you too much, after all it is best if you don't get involved. Nothing good comes from these twisted
tales, and the people in these stories can testify to that... actually those of who remain seem to be missing. Odd. No matter reader, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Submitted: June 08, 2018

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Submitted: June 08, 2018



The Faraday Inn


The Faraday Inn was a secret place for secret things and people. Only a few people knew the way, and even less knew what was hidden underneath the inn. But even less people knew about what secret thing lay under the lagoon next to the inn. But that reader is none of your concern... not yet.

Jack Faraday had built the inn with his estranged cousin, C.R, another explorer who had gone missing. Faraday found himself abandoned, left with the responsibility of running the underground business of exploring “new places” alone.  It had been a dream of theirs once, but after C.R failed to turn from his last trip, Faraday had assumed the worst. It seemed that with the death of C.R, Jack refused to come back to the inn. Instead he left things in the hands of Ivan, the bartender. Needless to say, that business went on as usual. In fact, with the recent loss of C.R the secret league seemed to double in size.  

A tawdry lady with sat unaccompanied in the darkest corner of the room. The mundane conversations and rustle of people seemed to bug her as she tapped her fingers impatiently. She seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else in the room. She quickly drank the rest of her choice beverage and got up to leave after checking her pocket watch to prolong time.  Next to her legs was a large black case, that had sat faithfully beside her for the entire wait. But she was getting inpatient, and quickly got up, grabbed the case causing a clatter. She began to stomp away, still clattering as she went. The room however had turned their attention towards a man who bolted after her. There was a loud wave of hushed whispers, “Is that him?” “He’s been gone for five years” the frantic man carried a black case as well, his seemingly heavier than hers and he struggled to carry it along. He took hold of her arm saying desperately, “Did you bring it?”

“You’re late Jack, that’s so unlike you. I should leave just to teach you a lesson, but lucky you, I need what you brought me. You did bring it didn’t you?” She eyed his case eagerly.

“Yes, I’ve got it just like I said I would,” His voice was not at all like it used to be, it seemed to hesitate.

“Good, I knew you won’t let me down, would you Jack?”

“No… of course not.”

“Same old Faraday,” She laughed, “Well, let me see it.”

“Don’t you trust me Astra?”

“Ha! Trust, that’s a funny word isn’t it--tell me what did trust get you?”

He clenched his jaw, and slammed the case on the table, popping it open to reveal a blue light that illuminated their faces.

“That’s what I thought.” Astra’s haughty tone caused Jack to clench his fists and exhale silently in contempt, but whatever she had brought him forced him to remain pleasant.

“Well,” He turned to her and she stared at the contents of the case, very much pleased.

“It’s here don’t worry, I know better than to cross you.” She gave a wicked little smile as she placed her case on the table.

“Open the case,”

“Don’t you trust me…”

“Open the case!” He yelled, though he didn’t mean too. His patience however was growing thin.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to ask me twice,” she retorted as she casually opened the case.

Jack stared angrily at the case.

“WHAT IS THIS!” he bellowed.

“What you asked for Jack-- you know dear, you really should learn to be more specific.” She tilted her head in a sympatric way.

“More specific?” He turned his wild eyes on her and yelled, “MORE SPECIFIC!”

“Yes, you asked for a door, and I bring you this, wonderful, little seed. Trust me Jack, this is exactly what you asked for. You just don’t know it yet.”

“What am I supposed to do with a seed?” His tone was threatening.

“Plant it, grow it, chop it down and build a door. Simple.” She gave another nasty smile.

“That will take years!”

“Better get started than, and thank you for the drink, I knew I could count on you.” She turned around and left without a clattering sound.

Jack grinned when she disappeared from his sight. He opened his hand to reveal her golden pocket watch.

Jack Faraday was back, but more importantly he was planning something, something big. Had this magical pocket watch been what he wanted all along? From behind the bar he could hear Ivan talking, “Yeah, that’s Jack,”

“Faraday? I thought he died,”

“He’s back,” is all Ivan muttered, as he cleaned out a glass. “You’ve just witnessed the return of Jack Faraday; back from the retirement grave.”


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