|Dream scape (standard:horror, 1453 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: May 31 2009||Views/Reads: 1822/997||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|this yarn takes some unexpected turns.. take a read"|
Leaving the city and finely getting to take the well deserved vacation was exciting for Frank Jones, he has worked all year at the auto shop rebuilding wrecks, but the next two weeks belong all to him , a paid advancement for his Vacation with his pocket full of doe and he was a single man just turning thirty four years old. He decided to go spend the next two weeks in eastern Kentucky where his uncle Frank lives and owned a small farm, it felt good to driving on the beautiful spring day , and getting out of the hustle and stress of city life, Mike hoped he could recall the way to the rural area, where his Uncle farm was, he thought he knew at least, he drove all day and it become dark it was a long ride to Kentucky from the city and would take him about two whole days to make it, but what the heck he had two weeks to do anything he wanted to do, The county outside his car was turning into the green flush country side of Kentucky and he knew that it would not be much longer till he would make it to his Uncles, night fell and he drove on and somehow he got off the route he was suppose to be on, how has this happen has he become so sleepy that he had make a wrong turn, something was strange now the wide road had turned into a dirt road, with grass high on it sides, gosh he think I am on the wrong road this is not right he thinking, and he tries to find a place to turn around and cannot because there is small sapling trees all along the road side, all he could do was just drive on till he come to a wide place somewhere to turn around and try and get back on the right road to his uncles place, This was getting strange he keep looking for a place to turn around but to no avail the sapling tree were so close to the sides of the grassy road there was no way he could turn his large SUVs, he thought once about maybe trying to back his way out of this mess but that would take hours, how in the world did this happen, he is thinking and asking himself., Sometimes strange things happen and this was one of those times. Driving on and hoping to drive himself out of this road and turn and go back to where he messed up was becoming a burden he never needed, not a house not a sigh of life of no kind anywhere, and this made his more suspicious that something was wrong something more than just getting lost, he drove for what seemed hours and finely come to the end of this grassy road at the end was a large old two story house that appeared to have been someone home a long time ago , it had vines grew all over the front almost overtaking all the large southern type windows . he could t help to be a little hesitant to turn at the wide place and that was his mistake, the suv stalled and it just stop running and he cranked and cranked and it would not start, he kept on cranking and cranking and the battery finely give plume out, He thinks to himself I must be a hundred and fifty miles from the main road, with not a house of the light of a house was anywhere, and now his vacation was looking like it was turning into a night mare, He tried to call on his cell phone and it was dead, no signal at this location, now what was he to do he thinks and get out of his vehicle and lays across the hood in pure despair. How could this wonderful vacation trip had took a bad turn, and now he was at his wits in to know what he was going to do, I will have to stay here tonight and begin my walk out of here tomorrow and find help to get his vehicle fixed, he knew that was obvious, he takes a walk toward the old house the path to it was grew over with thick brush, he watched for snakes knowing that Kentucky had poison species, it was getting dark and he desisted to investigate the old place, he walked onto the porch and step up on the rotten porch and the boards were so rotten it broke through with him, braking his right leg and he tries to pull his leg up out of the splintered mess and cuts a large gash on the calf of his leg, now he is in for a real mess , now he cannot hardly walk , the pain his terrible , and he manages to make it to his vehicle , and find some tissue and stopped the bleeding , all he can do now is get in the suv and set and try and think of what his next moved would be, he knew that most likely his leg would get infected by the cut of those old rotten boards, what was he going to do, he thinks, no way to get help now, no way to phone anyone of his friends in the city and no way to walk out of this situation, he thanked God that he had put a small amount of food he had brought along with him in his Suv, that would do him for a day or two , but one bottle of pop was all he had brought with him and not a drop of water to drink, his leg was hurting awfully bad the pain almost unbearably , what a vacation had turned into a nightmare, Where am I he asked himself? As he looks at the green rolling flush green ridges, no man land is where he was , it was evident, that this place had been forgotten and leaf desolate, the road leading in here had the look that he was the only one on it for a hundred years of more, but reality of this was haunting him , he had drove for miles on this grassy narrow road that lead to this ghostly looking place, and now he has a broken Click here to read the rest of this story (30 more lines)
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