Gasping Thea took a step back. Her heel got caught on a root sending her toppling backwards onto the bracken and moss beneath her though she barely noticed.
“Holy shit,” she whispered to herself. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.”
Standing back up, Thea kept repeating those three words to herself over and over again. Walking back towards the well cautiously she remembered the tale about this well.
Apparently if you look over the edge of the well you will see a hand hovering above your head, ready to push you in.
Well she was already there; she might as well test this theory out. Look around her to make sure she was definitely the only person there she made her way to the edge of the well. Placing her palms down on the stone Thea took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Carefully she leaned over. Opening her eyes she gasped in disbelief. She couldn’t see her reflection. She couldn’t even if she had wanted because there was no water in the well at all.
Thea stood, rooted in that position trying to comprehend what she was seeing. If there was no water that means that the legend must be false but in that case why did some people disappear when trying to find this well? Unless this was the wrong well.
It must be. This well was far too deep to hold water, she couldn’t even see the bottom.
Shaking her head, Thea turned around only to come face to face with the mysterious man from earlier. Screaming from fright Thea took a step back only to hit into the well which sent her flying backwards and down the deep dark well.
The last thing Thea saw while falling was the guy waving goodbye to her from the top of the well before everything went black.
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The Legend Of Cavanaugh Well
FantasyThea Jones is on a mission to prove her best friend Robin wrong but what happens when a simple trip to a well turns into something much bigger than Thea ever imagined...
