Fall On Me

4.5 The worm

The hill we walked on was steep, making us dig our heels into the grass to stop ourselves rom falling. Walking a little in front of Connor, looking further down the hill to see a farm at the bottom.

"Wait up!" Connor called, trying to catch up to me "so how's Becker?" he asked.

"He's good, not fully healed but he's getting there, left him on the setee with Theo".

When Connor and I reached the bottom of the hill, there was a rusty post with a metal sigh reading 'NO TRESPASSING' in red letters. Connor who was too busy waving his phone around trying to get a signal, did not see. However I glanced at it cautiously at the sign, wondering why the farm was so dull and secretive, yet the idea of trespassing on the farm excited me a little.

The whole place was lined with barbwire, adding to the mysteriousness of it all. Reaching the gate, it creaked slightly as it opened, making Connor jump a little. 

It was too quite, an uncomfortable quite, making us more suspicious, the odd chicken could be heard with a few mice running around the base of the small barn and shed. The windows were cracked and dirty and the paint was either peeling or rotting away from the outer stone walls.

I peered round an archway where a door should have been, it lead to an empty shed and I ran my finger along the metal carving above the arch. Connor looked around another door, only to jump back a little when a bird flew out of the darkness and straight past his face, sighing a little shakily, but I just carried on.

I looked through another window to find what looked like a charm that people would use to keep evil spirits away, only to be startled by Connor breaking the silence between us "this place is well creepy".

"All we need now is a weird kid, sat on a porch, playing a banjo" he suggested.

I couldn't help but laugh at his stupid comment, only Connor would make up a scenario like that. We carried on looking into smashed windows, Connor attempting to make banjo noises.

Stopping in my tracks looking down at the floor, there was a puddle of a clear liquid on the dirt, yet this was not water. I picked up a stick from the side, crouching down and dipped it in the puddle. When I pulled it out, the liquid was sticky and slowly dripping from the stick.

"What is it?" Connor asked, it was a mucus, but it wasn't something I've seen on a farm before. Standing again and raised my EMD, knowing that something wasn't right.

Walking some more until we walked past a shed door which was swinging on its hinges. There was no wind, no birds. Carrying on walking through the farm "I don't know any farm animal that produces a mucus like that".

"Maybe it's the giant snail" he said, referring to the worm we heard about earlier "at last a creature we're gonna be able to outrun" our attention was captured when a loud crash was heard in a shed next to us.

Inside the shed we found many tools: pitchforks, shovels, trowels and a few crates. There was also something else which caught our attention, there was a very large tank of something. There was a whole room full of other tanks.

"See now I'm thinking Texas Chainsaw Massacre" he said, I simply rolled my eyes, although I could see the resemblance.

One of the tanks in the corner appeared to be dripping, we both walked over and I stuck out my finger, allowing the liquid to drop on it. Bring the liquid to my nose, I was instantly hit with a sweet smell "petrol".

As we faced the tanks a voice came from behind us "turn around slowly" it said. Straightening my back as a shiver fell down my spine, we both did as commanded. When we turned to face the person I recognised her immediately, she was in the pub when we arrived. She stood with a pitchfork in her hand, pointing it at Connor and I's chest.