Ten miles later, the car turned off onto a sandy dirt road, and continued down this road until it came to a circular clearing. The car stopped and vanished, leaving Mike and Vin lying on their backs on the ground looking up at the moon and stars, listening to the sounds of the wild Everglades all around them, smelling its fragrance, bathed in the heat and humidity of a cloudless Florida night.
“Vin can you hear me?” Mike asked, as he sat up, looked over at Vin.
Vinnie woke up with the slowness of a man who had recently been beaten and knocked out. He opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky above him.
“I’m here man,” Vin replied, as he moved his jaw and found it wasn’t broken, but his face was extremely sore and it hurt to talk. “Where’s the car?” He asked, sitting up, swallowing blood, spitting out a couple of teeth that had fallen into the back of his throat.
“Well boys, how did you like the trip?” It was the voice from the radio, but this time the voice was inside of something else. It was a black entity that hovered just inches off the ground. The boys went into fear mode at the sight of it . . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.