Somewhere down that road, is the unknown.
The heavy mist conceals its true nature.
All I know is that anyone who enters, never comes back.
What lies in there?
My mind races with possibilities.
None of them, good.
Morbid curiosity now getting the best of me.
Without consulting, my feet begin to move…towards it.
The threshold nearing, my heart’s racing.
A part of me doesn’t want to go in there…the words raging in my mind like a siren:
No, no, no!
Yet, there’s this quiet voice, beckoning me on.
Why do you think people don’t return? Perhaps they did NOT want to.
Yes, that must be it. I want to see what they’re seeing.
I’m standing in front of the murky barrier. It’s cool breaths radiating over my body.
Just one step, and I’ll be there.
Like a plant, I’m rooted to the spot.
My chest hurts. My head, throbs.
A hand reaches out as I watch my fingers disappear into the whiteness.
Icy cold as a shiver pulses through me, rattling my teeth.
I close my eyes and a gentle tug on the hand slowly propels me forward.
This is it. I will soon see what’s on the other side.
I notice the voices are now silent. I should feel relieved. At peace.
Why don’t I?
My body now completely immerses in the mist, its wetness trickles over the exposed skin.
I hear sounds. Loud muffled sounds. They drum through my chest like a separate heart beat.
Music? A thunderous water fall?
My ears popped as if the plugs are pulled and the sounds grow clearer.
Not music nor a water fall.
Something’s creeping up my body. They feel like hot tendrils with claws.
Every outward sound melts in to a deafening silence.
All I can hear are my own screams.
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