The Road Trip

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Four high school graduates take a road trip from Nevada to New York only to be stopped by misfortune. How will these young adults make it through this small town or will they even make it through?
Read on to find out.

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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My story isn’t all that complicated. I grew up in a small town and had close friends who were there for me when I needed them to be. In fact, I have three of my closest friends with me today. There’s Bruce, he’s driving. He’s amazing but can be a pain. His fiancé is here too. She’s loving and a true sweetheart. Her name is Lucy, my favorite of the bunch. Then we have Wes, the big brother, or at least that’s what we call him. He’s also the oldest. 
We all met in high school. We’re going on a road trip from Nevada to New York. Our goal is to see the Statue of Liberty. New York is Bruce’s hometown. His parents moved when he was only three years old. But luckily, he met his soul mate when they were seventeen. I love a story about high school sweethearts. They have been together for three years now.
“Sarah!” Bruce shouts, “I’ve called your name four times.”
I apologized. I was daydreaming about my friends. I didn’t even notice that we were broke down on the side of the road. That’s why he was yelling at me. We had no idea what had happened except that the front of the car was smoking and didn’t want to start. Wes looked up the nearest town. It was a mile and a half down the road. 
We began walking. I kept thinking to myself, ‘why was I so deep in thought.’ Maybe the loving breeze from the wind in the convertible made me lose track of time. Bruce, of course, kept complaining about having to walk and Lucy was taking his side. Big brother was being suspiciously quiet considering what happened with the car. He didn’t seem angry, nor was he in a bad mood. It was like he enjoyed the torture Bruce and Lucy brought upon me with their voices. 
I had a bad feeling about this entire situation. Broke down and in the middle of nowhere? That’s like a horror movie waiting to happen. After ten minutes of walking, I could see the town past the tree line. We were truly in the middle of nowhere. The closer we got, the more I could see how badly shaped the town was in. It was maybe too small to even call a town. It was so rustic looking and had an eerie feel to it. The entire town was made up of a few houses, a store with a gas pump that looked like it was barely in order, and a small church. There were fields of half-dead crops surrounding the town as well. 
Close to fifteen minutes had past when we finally got into the town. I was mostly relieved that Bruce and Lucy had got quiet. I could see that none of us liked this feeling.
“Should we find a mechanic?” Wes proposed.
“I don’t know, can you push the car here and fix it?” Lucy said sarcastically. Wes was 6’2, but even I don’t think he could do such a thing. The first house we came up too had an old lady sitting outside on a rocking chair with white paint chipping off it. She seemed isolated in her own thoughts. After talking to her for a minute, we found where the sheriff’s office was.
This place, it was bothering Wes and I could see it. The way he wondered his vision side to side, and that little glim in his eye. He felt unnerving and I didn't blame him. Walking into the sheriff’s office sent a chill down my spine. There was mold everywhere and rusted pipes all along the walls. Such a small town to only have two cops. The officer in front was so nice and polite when talking to us. We were disappointed to find out that a mechanic wasn’t going to be in until tomorrow. After seeing this place, I was afraid to sleep in a motel. We said our goodbyes but wanted to explore this town as it was only a little after four.
We wandered around, talking to strangers. Everyone seemed so friendly, except one man. An older gentleman. He wasn’t mean, but rather crude. He seemed like the person to ask about this town and the shape it was in. Bruce got the words out faster than I could. We were thinking the same thing I suppose. This man, whose name wasn’t mentioned, was so honest about everything.
“You kids want the truth or some fairytale? These people are to blind to tell apart.”
He spoke with such rasp in his voice and a southern tang, “This town went into the ground after what happened some odd years ago. An old pastor bought a home out in the woods, a little ways back. He was the kindest old man I knew. And true kind, not like these people are falsely showing.”
“He lived there alone?” Lucy asked.
“Not in the beginning. He, like anyone else, had a wife. All his kids were grown and moved to bigger cities. But that’s where this happy town took a turn for the worse. See the old pastor and his wife lived in solitude. Never bothered nobody, being retired and all. One day, one of the kids showed up looking for him. Wanted to give him news on being pregnant and all. She and her husband went to the old house but didn’t come back. After a week, we got worried. Sent some cops to go search. Only one out the three came back. He told stories of horrible things. He got separated from his group and was the only one to make it out that house. He spoke of it once, but never again.”
“Does anyone know what happened?” Bruce asked.
The old man continued with this unsettling story, “No no, no one except the cop, but he won’t tell. The only way to know for sure is to go out there, but I wouldn’t recommend it, nor should anyone go. We think we have an idea, but I don’t think it’s true. People say that the pastor killed his wife and then his daughter upon her visit. But who's to know for certain.”
The old man said his goodbyes and we parted ways. We were all shaken up. So, we decided to go check ourselves into the motel and wait until the morning so we can leave. After closing the door, Wes looked at all of us and shouted “no”. I could tell he thought we would want to investigate, and that’s exactly what Bruce wanted. They argued for about thirty minutes before Lucy and I heard, “alright, fine. We’ll go.” I didn’t like this idea, but with the four of us, we shouldn’t run into trouble. And besides, Maybe the old man was just making up that story to scare visitors. Like a pastor would do anything such as murder.
About midnight is when we decided we would go. We didn’t know where it was except its general location and that it was about a half a mile into the woods. Everyone put their lights from their phones as soon as we stepped into the woods. We wandered around with no real direction and the same looking trees everywhere. Bruce joked about needing signs in these woods.
That looks like a roof of a house in the distance, seemingly along the hill line. I told the others and we walked that way. There was a faint light in the living room area. We were told this place was abandoned. Wes knocked but no answer. He tried again but this time the door opened slightly. Nobody was at the door. Nobody was around. This was very suspicious and I did not like it at all.
Nobody answered when we shouted “hello” into to room. This place was awful looking as well. It looks like it hasn’t been kept up in years. The paint was chipping off the walls, and there were spider webs on just about every corner. It was dusty and nasty. “Ahhhhhhh,” Lucy screeched when the light from the living room blew up, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Four lights emerged from the dark from the phones. It would have been smart to just bring along flashlights so our phones wouldn’t die.
Bruce kept shouting hello, but to no surprise, no one would answer. We wandered around the house tripping over everything. There were chairs and tables flipped over. It looked like there was a struggle from a fight. There was even blood all along the walls. I couldn’t tell what Wes was thinking at all. He kept silent. Bruce and Lucy, on the other hand, found this almost too enjoyable. Bruce kept on saying “what if this happened” a lot. Lucy didn’t like his suggestions.
My phone is at 26%. I wanted to get out of here, but nobody agreed with me except Wes. We weren't going to abandon Lucy and Bruce. Look, a door with a lock on the outside. This room is keeping something secret. Wes grabbed a pipe from the ground and broke the lock. I don’t like this feeling. I don’t like this entire situation. Big brother went in first and
Bruce followed. Lucy grabbed my hand as we shook to go into the room together. There’s nothing except a carpet on the floor. Dirty and not stylish. Someone has bad taste. Wes moved the carpet and there was a door. Maybe leading to the basement. I asked if we could not go down there but Bruce insisted. Lucy was obviously frightened, but she agreed with Bruce. The hinges made the worst ‘scratching on a chalkboard’ noise ever.
There was a muffled noise coming from the dark when we scream “hello”. We hurried down the steps and found a woman tied up. Her hand bleeding from the ropes. She was so dirty and skinny. Dressed only in underwear and tape around her mouth and eyes. She looked like she…
My head hurts and I can’t see anything. All I can hear are my friends muffed screaming in the background. Footsteps approached me and a hand grabbed the bag from my head and pulled it off with some of my hair. We were all tied up like the woman from the basement.
Tears ran down my cheek, but I couldn’t close my eyes no matter how horrible it was. First was Big brother. He drove a screwdriver into his neck. The sound of gurgling blood was unbearable. He went over to Lucy and ripped open her chest. He took her beating heart and choked Bruce with it. He suffocated on the one that that held his love. The old man walked over to me, with a knife in hand, and said in a raspy voice with a southern accent,
“You remind me of the pastor, so full of life. Too bad he can’t send you to heaven, but I can.”
 
By C.M. Paul


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