“This Bog has taken Nick to an old town called Greenwich. Though the residents that live near by call it Ghost town. The place has been abandoned for years, yet no one’s ever tried to demolish it. The name Greenwich gives people enough reason not to. They are convinced that witches lived in that town and their spirits are still there. This Bog had died in Ghost town and that is where he took Nick. Ghost town is approximately located two hundred miles from this exact location,” she paused. “If you are going in a straight line. The twists and turns added to that is another two hundred miles. That’s exactly four hundred miles to get to the location. There are no signs up telling you how much closer you are getting to Ghost town. The only sign you will see is the one that tells you that you are in Ghost town. It’s a long trip. By car it’s about two to three days going the appropriate speed limit,” Camille explained and I nodded. “However, I would not advise you to go,” she finished and that kind of teed me off. “Why not?? You just gave me all this information on how to find my son, and then you tell me that I shouldn’t go?!” I scream at her jumping out of my seat. “It’s dangerous and the chances of you getting both you and your son back home to safety are a thousand to one,” she replied calmly. Not fazed at all by my outburst. “I don’t care! I’m getting my son back!” I scream at her and my parents both back away out of firing rang in case I went too far over the edge. “Very well,” Camille nodded. “It is not my position to tell you whether or not to go after your own son. All I can say to you now is good luck, and godspeed. You won’t have much time.” She got up and headed to the door with Specs and Wally following her. “God be with you,” she said as she left the house. A minute later I heard a car pull out of the driveway and I sat back down. Glaring at the wall with my fists clenched.
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So, that catches you up to the point I’m at now. Wandering around in the dark, in the pouring rain, in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no water, no money, and no phone signal. My soaking wet hair plastered to my face as the wind whipped it around. My jacket didn’t have a hood so I was shit outta luck there. There hadn’t been a car going down this road for the hours upon hours I had been walking it. So I was a little surprised when I heard a truck coming down the road and pull up beside me. I stopped and looked at the window of the driver. The drive rolled down the window and he looked me up and down. His face was splattered with freckles and his mop top brown hair seemed to constantly get in the way of his hazel eyes. “You need a lift?” He asked me and I just stood there like an idiot. “Uh, yeah,” I finally answered then quickly rethought what I had said. “But I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, let alone get in a truck with them,” I said taking a step closer so I could hear him as the wind picked up.
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