Old Alton Bridge
Chapter 7: The entombing.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, nearly cutting off all light. William began to feel a cold nip in the air. There was an overall creepy feeling in the atmosphere. Even the remnants of the campfire looked spooky.
A hoot owl perched high up in the tree overlooking the camp dominated the atmosphere with its creepy sound as it canvassed the area below its vantage point.
The smell of fried fish slowly faded and was replaced by the smell of rotting flesh. The mysterious red eyes in the distance began to mesmerize William.
William earlier had eaten a portion of the day’s catch and had the savory taste of cooked fish in his mouth, but that taste was suddenly replaced by the flavor of blood.
The ambiance had gradually changed from ordinary to frightening. The change was unnoticeable to William. A change in mood followed and switched from nervous to alarming.
The mysterious red eyes were moving in and getting closer to William as he seated in awe.
He felt another chill down his backbone. The noise from the rustling leafage increased in intensity so much that the wind that produced it along with other noise was blocked out. The smell of rotting flesh reappeared and was getting stronger.
Goat-man: Whoosh… whoosh…
William: Who and what are you?
Before, the mysterious red eyes could fully hypnotize William he was overcome with overwhelming fear which startled him into breaking the intense trance he was under.
Frightened, William started running. As he was running, he kept looking back only to see if the glowing eyes were still behind him; they were closing in on him. The faster he ran, it seemed that the ghostly image was making ground on him.
Goat-man: Whoosh… whoosh…
There was an eerie sounding whistle coming from the wind in the trees. The rotten flesh smell intensified as it permeated the air. Out of nowhere, William had the taste of blood in his mouth. He thought for a moment that he had bit his lip, but the blood he was tasting didn’t seem to have an origin.
It was pitch dark, Willian fumbled as he tried to pick up the flashlight. He was so scared he lost what little nimbleness he had. He fumbled so much trying to pick up the flashlight that he eventually gave up.
William began to frantically run, he was in such a hurry he forgot to use mosquito repellant.
He was running aimlessly and stumbled several times. As he was crazily running he would look backward to see how close the goat-man with the red eyes and the noose around its neck were getting to him. William screamed for help.
William: Help!… Help!…
Goat man: Whoosh… whoosh…
At one point William ran into a tree, but he hastily recovered and continued running. William seemed to have bounced off the tree without hurting himself. He tried his best to escape the goat-man that was fast approaching him. But his efforts were futile.
He unknowingly was running toward the hole they dug earlier when looking for bait. His state of mind seemed to disable all rational thought.
After about a half-mile of running, he tripped. Fell in the hole that earlier he and his friends had dug looking for fish bait.
Just like with the tornado which earlier in his life caused him to become claustrophobic, debris fell on top of William, entombing him in the hole. As with the tornado he was pinned by the rubble.
As he lay there panicking and running out of air to breathe, he knew it was only a matter of time until he lost consciousness, and was further immobilized.
This time, there was no rescue party looking for him.
The end.
Chapter 6: They all disappeared looking for wood.
