Wrong Part of Town

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
*Author's note*
So this story came to me when me and my girlfriend were driving down to visit my family. We came upon some smoke that almost seemed otherworldly on the road. We wondered if it was fog or something far more sinister when we caught a glimpse of a forest fire near the area. So with that mystery solved we headed on out. But for me, the mystery would never go away, what if it hadn't been a fire? What if it was otherworldly? What we it have done? Dissolved our car and us in it like some highly corrosive acid? Be home to horrors beyond comprhension like in Stephen King's The Mist? Teleport us to some other dimension where lions talked and witches were real? Or would it be simply nothing? So I came up with this story after reaching a gas station not too far away from the forest fire, the bathroom was unnaturally creepy and I felt like I was being wathced. But that's ridiculous, isn't it?
I stopped writing right now and wanted to publish this part just to get some thoughts, criticism, perhaps intrigue? Either way, I am going to continue wrtiting this, my work of fiction. I need to start getting my stories out and onto paper (or the internet, the principal still applies).
So what will happen to Kevin and his wife? What awaits on the other side (or inside) the white blanket of nothingness? You'll just have to wait a bit, hopefully not too long, as stories tend to wipe themselves from the mind after so long. If I tagged you, it was just to get some first impressions. I want to see if this story has interested you enough to warrant a second tag once the story continues. If not, fine, I guess this story was just not meant for you. But I will continue writing it for the interested (even if it's just myself that's reading this right now).
I know this note is about as long as the first part of the story, but this note is more for me than anything. I want to write myself a letter to urge myself to continue, to not get discouraged and to hopefully keep writing my stories. So dear reader, I bid you good bye and hope to see you soon with the answer to the fate of Kevin and Samantha.

Submitted: April 02, 2011

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The rain fell on the car in heavy gobbets as they cruised through the rural countryside of Tennessee. They were on their way to visit his wife's father, who had recently been hospitalized due to stroke, in a small hospital just outside of Bloomburg. Kevin was in the passenger seat, his wife who had been driving for the last three hours turned to him with a pleading look. \"Can you drive once we stop at the next fueling station?\" she pleaded. \"Fueling station? You mean a gas station?\" he jibed, trying to postpone his answer. Kevin hated to drive. \"Fueling station is an acceptable term, but will you?\" she persisted. \"Fine, I'll drive. At the next fueling station,\" he imitated with a high obnoxious tone and a smirk. Kevin loved his wife, Samantha, more and more everyday since they got married over two months ago. However, he felt as if her feelings were waning. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she seemed to act differently around him ever since he got into the car accident last month. He put these feelings aside and gazed out at the rolling hills and trees passing the window. The countryside was green this time of year, the mountain side coated with trees and wild vegetation and made Kevin feel relaxed. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes felt like hours and before he knew it, Kevin was asleep. A light shove brought Kevin upright. Samantha took a wrong turn somewhere, she hadn't seen anything familiar in the last few miles. She had often taken this route to visit her father in the past, but something was off this time. Samantha took a turn she normally wouldn't have, but she knew this was a shorter route and time was of the essence. The thing was, she only been down this road once and that was long enough ago for her to forget the way. The road twisted more than the main route and it didn't have any guard rails, but there was also something... off about the road. She twisted down the road and came upon the weirdest site she has ever seen. There was a thick sheet of fog blocking her path right in front of the car. Samantha braked and put the car in park, not sure whether to continue or not so she woke up Kevin. Kevin's eyes fluttered open, momentarily blinded by a bright light. His eyes finally adjusted and found the source of the light, there was a thick sheet of fog in front of the car's path. The fog was so thick that it was reflecting sunlight off the billowing mass of water vapor, creating a blinding reflection if you looked at it from a certain angle. \"What the hell is that?\" Samantha inquired. \"I was gonna ask you,\" Kevin returned. \"Well, what are we gonna do? Go through it? I mean... I don't want to turn back on this road,\" Samantha pondered. \"I think you just answered your own question there honey,\" Kevin absent mindedly agreed. So with that, Samantha took the car out of park and slowly drifted into the thick white abyss. *****End of part 1*****


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