Sequel to the first book of SRR: A filipino horror stories, this time it will take you back to the 80's.
Experience the terror of the 80's
All events in this book will be in the year 1984.
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It was a warm summer evening when Chase, Jeremiah, and John set out on their long-anticipated road trip. They had grown restless in their small town, yearning for adventure and the freedom of open highways. With a map sprawled out on the dashboard and laughter echoing through the car, they cruised into the golden sunset.
As night descended, the trio stumbled upon a sign that read, “Carter Road – Closed Since 1952.” An eerie chill crept into the air, but the excitement of mystery overwhelmed any sense of foreboding. Jeremiah, the reckless one, insisted they take a look.
“Come on, it’s just a road. We’ll be fine!” he laughed, driving towards the crumbling pavement that disappeared into darkness. Pushing forward, they entered the dense, shadowy woods that flanked the road. The trees seemed to loom over them, whispering secrets and rustling like ancient spirits.
Suddenly, they saw a flickering light ahead. Curiosity piqued, they parked and stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath their feet. The light led them to a dilapidated shack, its wooden boards weathered by time, standing defiantly against the encroaching forest.
As they approached, a voice rasped from the shadows. “You boys shouldn’t be here.” An old man emerged, as though he had been waiting for them. He had a gnarled face, eyes sunken deep, shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. His clothes were tattered, blending him into the surrounding night. “I’m Simon,” he said, a tremor in his voice.
Chase bristled, glancing at Jeremiah. “What do you mean? It’s just a closed road.”
Simon shook his head solemnly. “No one who enters Carter Road ever comes back. It traps souls—lost and wandering, forever spiraling into darkness. They can’t find their way out.”
“Nah, come on! That’s just a story,” John scoffed, though unease washed over him.
The old man took a step forward, his gaze piercing. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. A killer roams this road. He lures in the unsuspecting, claiming their lives and binding their souls to the fog. You can’t escape his grasp once you enter.”
They exchanged glances, the air around them thickening with suspense. The cicadas fell silent, and the forest seemed to hold its breath.
“Just stop talking!” Jeremiah snapped, trying to shake off the creeping dread. “We’ve come this far; we can’t just back out now.”
Simon’s eyes flickered with desperation. “You boys think it’s all fun and games until you feel the chill of death. Turn back while you still can!”
But Jeremiah was resolute, his bravado unshaken. “We’ll be fine. There are three of us. What do we have to worry about?”
As they resumed their journey down Carter Road, darkness enveloped them, swallowed by an inky blackness that thickened with each passing moment. The trees closed in, their twisted branches clawing at the night sky, blocking the moonlight. A palpable fear seeped into the car.
