Badlands

The First Interlude

Badlands

The First Interlude 

Another letter in the box and it says the same as the last. The neatly type words are always the same and there is no finger prints to reveal who has been giving us these letters.

They all same the same though.

Can a town be more unlucky?

Unlucky. That's an adjective right? A word that describes a noun. And in this case this word I am assuming descrives Interior.

Unlucky. Another word for unfortunate.

Yeah this town is always unfortunate. Like the time Marie Love got her first period with white shorts on a field trip to Mount Rushmore.

Cursed.

Can one small town be so much to call cursed though? If you asked Gregory Krastersman, Bobbie Fred, Frank Nicklson, and somewhere in the line myself then yes, I think this twn is cursed. ut how would I know that? How would anyone of us four know anything about that?

Cursed.

Like the time Gregory Krastersman saw the creature he told us he saw...What-what did he say?

I almost forget. But why do I forget. Why is it everytime I think about it I get sidetracked and think of something else that isn't relevent to the cause.

Like the time Bobbie Fred broke his arm.

Cursed.

But-But how did he break his arm fully? How did all of this hapen? That's why I am going to the source. The man that keeps telling me something is going on.

Rrrriiiinnnggg.

I pace back and forth from one of the sides of my desk to the next until I hear a click from the other end of the line.

"Hello Greg," I say into the phone.

It was a second or two until a voice more hoarse and sounds frightened comes from the line, "y-yes Randolph. I-I think we should talk in your office tonight."

I look at the clock and then lick my lips, "uh okay how's ten? Most of everyone will not be here."

"No. You don't understand we need everyone out of that place except for you-"

"It has happened again."

"Yes. It has," he answers and then within seconds I hear the line go dead.

No one can truly believe a whole town can be cursed but that winter of '91 I did. And Greg. Somewhere we both did and now I think we both should remember how. How?

How do we remember? How do I remember Bobbie Fred? I haven't spoke to her or of her for almost twenty years.

I sit down at my chair and then stare blankly at my desk. I need answers. I need some type of answers.

"Luke!" a yell comes from behind.

"Bobbie!" a scream is muffled out into the abyss, "bobbie! Are you hear!"

"Loo-Look out!" A yell comes from behind to the other side.

The figure that Greg was talking about it is true. All of this is true. And since it is we need to get out of here somehow.

"Randolph."

I look up and the police deputy is looking straight at me, "the office closes in twenty. Should we be getting ready soon or are you staying to catch up?"

I gulp and run a hand through my hair, "uh I am staying. You know, no rest for the wicked."

Then I am instantly into another weird flashback. Is it a flashback if I don't remember what the hell it is.

"Twenty."

Another shock.

"Pull up bar."

Another harder shock and a scream.

"Hear my words Lucas," the woman says and then leans over the handle bars of the hospital chair, "Monster."

Another shock but harder this time and a louder scream that could be heard in the whole complex.

I jump from this one and I get back to reality. What is that. I feel a pinging in my chest that won't go away. No matter how much I put my hand there I know it won't go away. A scar of my past is there and I don't know if it is a good or bad past. What is it for?