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A Disturbing Temptation
by Kendra Hale
Who knows where and when the story started. The whispers of the adults in town which of course rang in the ears of the small children desperate to be in on what the elders spoke on. A sick, twisted game of telephone as the words spread from one mouth to the next and in each tale something else was different in the way the Being came to be. But the common factor was just that, that there WAS a Being.
The Birch that surrounded this hole created by waste management years ago, had long since surrendered their bark. Stark white amongst the grass is what one should have expected to see, but with them in such a plentiful state the bark, papery and dead, covered the ground in this white skin. Even the water, stagnant and still, reflected the pale surroundings.
It is no wonder that rumors began spilling forth from the lips of those who had watched as several children began to be gone from their beds in the morning. Never to be found again no matter how diligent the search. A dry and crackling hoarse laughter was heard the closer the search teams grew to the tunnel. The dogs would tuck their tails and whimper the closer they were to the tunnel. Digging in their haunches and refusing to go near the darkened hole. Some would go so far as to break free of their collars from their fear and would take off into any direction that took them away from what they were sensing.
The adults would have been wise to pay attention to the warnings of their canine companions. In a place where even birds dare not perch, they would sign their fate. No bodies or bones would be found as the Being was of the belief of utilizing every piece of a kill. So considerate in its killing style that pain was not the intention but a side effect of what was always going to be the end result of curiosity.
Soon things in the town would go back to normal and all would be but hushed whispers. The Being forgotten as a priority in the forefront of all the minds except for those of the curious children who wanted nothing more than to be the ones who would prove that it existed. The cycle would begin again and again throughout the history with the start always being a whisper and the result being the loss of children who could not erase the nightmares and instincts of knowing from their heads.
Over the years not only did the tale span to other rural cities but other tunnels appeared under the guise of government stormwater detention vaults. As always, the Being remained constant in these tales and in each of the cities amber alerts would go out with no resolution for those poor families. But the Being was constant, forever and immortal. Both there and forgotten at the same time…what were we talking about?
Oh look…a tunnel.
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Kendra Hale:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology
A collection of poetry.
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