Hidden Away

3am

Soft winds blow through the air that morning. It's dark. The only light showing for over a mile is the lonely street lamp in the corner. It lights up the entrance to the tunnel. Which, strangely, almost looks enticing. In the late night life, the tunnel in the small town is inviting anyone around.

I slowly make my way over to the tunnel, my footsteps being the only sounds heard other than the occasional crickets. Entering the tunnel entrance I turn on my flashlight so I don't trip in the darkness. My clumsiness, you never know what to expect.

The inside gives off almost an eerie feeling. I cannot help but feel slightly unsafe even though no one ever comes here. I soon realize that there is writing on the walls.. it's all so cliché.

I keep walking through and looking at the words and pictures painted all across the walls. I was in the midst of reading one phrase in particular that baffled me, when I heard footsteps that made me jump.