Scared???
OF COURSE I WAS SCARED!!!!!
I was scared shitless!
But what good did that do me???
Really…..what good did that do me?!?!
I had to act—Do something…..ANYTHING!!!—and not just stand there shitting my pants with my heart racing along at one hundred and fifty beats per minute and my blood pressure spiraling through the ceiling.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to turn out….
No, not by a long shot!
When she first explained it to me—first laid out the general details of our joint excursion—she never mentioned the possibility of this happening. All she said was that it should be fun and we might get back late. Nothing about any imminent danger. Nothing about otherworldly surprises. Nothing about coming face-to-face with an entity scarier and more bone-chilling than anything I could even begin to imagine.
(This short story will be continued at an undetermined later date.)
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