Sunset Valley

Chapter Two

The next morning the group meets at Dans house. They get ready for a five mile walk down abandoned Route 66. Not the famous in California, unfortunately. It was not drivable. If you drove one mile down that road your suspension would be out along with two of your tires.

They make it to the town limits and stop. They try to prepare themselves for the things they will discover in the ghost town named Sunset Valley in front of them. The grueling black figure they saw the past day. Still lurking the streets unnoticed. The group takes a step together into the town limits.

Once they step into Sunset Valley everything changes. The streets which were once a faded pavement turned to a river of blood flowing on every street corner. The buildings become coated with arms like black vines, if you get too close they will rap you up and swallow you inside with no escaping. The grass turns to piles of bones left by the black figure. Over one thousand souls claimed by that nasty creature. All past citizens of Sunset Valley. No one knows how or why it came here.

Some say it was draw by the thriving agriculture or strong influences of Creole culture in the middle of Alabama. No one knows for sure. They just know that it consumed the souls of thousands and left their bodies to rot in yards and on the street. This town has a sad past and a hideous future. The group sets off to the spot with the old mustang convertible at the corner of Willow Street and Electric Avenue.

They see a dint in the seat of it. Shown only by where a human would be sitting there at that second.

"The figure becomes invisible by day."

Dan says almost out of boredom. He must have known that was coming. The dint becomes nothing and the group feels a quick and sudden breeze that brushes their faces.