That night I lie awake trying to understand what was happening. I knew from the start thing were a bit weird but, I just blamed that on my inexperience in archeological digs. From the Professor disappearing, to half the workers leaving in a hurry in fear of them dying, even Sansa has seemed a bit on edge lately. What was going on? Things seemed to be getting worse. If something really were to happen there would be no way of reaching help in enough time. What had I gotten myself into?
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I didn't know what we befall me in those next few weeks. If I had known I would've have left when the man had warned. We can learn much from other people. I was too ignorant to listen. I would soon regret my mistake.
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What's Not Meant To Be Found
Mystery / ThrillerJust a short story I found a writing prompt over. I hope you like it. This is my first actual story. I love writing I'm just not good at it. It gets better the further you read, I promise. What is not meant to be found? How will it change my life...
