The Midnight Hour

By Dakota Kirkpatrick All Rights Reserved ©

Horror / Thriller

Chapter 8

I’m stuck in place, I don’t know what to do, or where to go. Brandy sobs on the ground.

“This is all my fault.” She wails. “It was my idea to come here, and now this.”

“It’s not your…” I begin.

“Yes, it is. If we didn’t come here they would still be alive.” She cries. “Now their dead, and so are we.”

“Hey, we’re not gonna die, we can find a way out.” I reassure.

“How?” She pleads.

I don’t know how, but I can’t just give up.

“Come on.” I say, helping her to her feet.

We start back towards the barricaded road, praying for an escape. The sky dims as whatever sun reaches this place fades away. The thick misty fog glows as darkness descends.

We slowly walk up the road, the barricade just ahead. The busted car from earlier in front of it. Wait, is that? I see the shadow of what seems to be my car coming up in the distance. A faint glimmer of hope burns through me.

“Look the car is back.” I say excitedly.

Brandy looks up in awe, a slight smile tries to cross her face. We quickly walk over to the car, I pull out my keys and unlock the door.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I state.

We hop in quickly. I shove the key in the ignition, turning it over. The engine roars to life. I let out a sigh of relief, thanking God. I look over at Brandy with a smile. She is staring at me, but her face isn’t happy, it’s scared.

She stares deep into my eyes, tears forming in her eyes. She shakes her head as if she doesn’t want something to happen that already has. I stare back at her, as I feel what has happened.

Blood is seeping down soaking the car, tears now in my eyes as I look at her.

“I love you.” She whispers to me.

I let out a cry. “I love you too.” I whisper, as I’m yanked from the vehicle.

A hooked blade gauged through my abdomen, pulling me off into the fog. I watch as Brandy hops into the driver’s seat crying. I watch her back up and turn around, driving off into the fog. I pray she makes it out.

Slowly I fade as I’m dragged down the road, back into the town. The large creature dragging me with his blade. I no longer feel the pain, not the wound or the bumps in the road, almost at peace.

It drags me deep into the church, down the stairs to the basement. I close my eyes and drift away, escaping the fate the large mutilated man had planned for me. Fading into nothing.

Drifting away into the fog.

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