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Sink Hole

"Todd! Pull, damnit!" screamed Junior with a crazed look in his eye.

Together they pulled, and brought Chris back out of the narrow hole that had formed. His left leg was broken, and his right leg had what looked like jagged bite marks running up and down it. I stood up and took a few steps forward. They had pulled Chris out of a small tunnel with smooth walls that went down about four feet before taking a ninety degree turn towards the old farmhouse.

"Use this rope to stop the bleeding from his legs." I said

Chris, with eyes glazed over, lay moaning on the ground, and Junior looked at me for a moment before untying my hands and wrapping the rope tightly around Chris's legs.

"Todd, you got your phone on you?" asked Junior.

"Uhh, think it's back in the truck." Slurred Todd.

"Mine too. Run back and get them. Bring them back to me. I'll wait here and watch over Chris."

Todd hesitated for moment, looking down at Chris, and then off at the SUV in the distance. Junior cursed and threw his empty beer can at Todd, "What the hell you waitin' for? Get going!"

Todd zigzagged across the open field, hopping, skipping and doubling back every few feet, trying to avoid whatever horror lurked beneath him. He finally reached the SUV, and a few minutes later began hopping and skipping his way back towards us. Todd was about ten feet away when he abruptly disappeared.

Junior, his face ghost white, said to me, "Go see what happened."

I took three long strides forward, and saw that Todd had disappeared into a hole that looked identical to the hole that they had pulled Chris out of. It went down about four feet, and then veered off towards the old farmhouse.

Junior looked down at Chris lying on the ground, and then said to me, "Walk towards the truck, slowly. I'll follow behind you. I'll break your leg if you try to run and leave you here. You hear me?"

"Sure" I murmur, and then a little more loudly, "What about Chris?"

Chris had regained consciousness, and began to plead with Junior to take him with us.

Junior refused, saying to Chris, "You're safer here, trust me on this, man."

"No, No, NO" screamed Chris, and then looked at me and said with a look of pure terror on his face, "You have to listen to me. They're coming back for me. I can hear them under us, listening, waiting until I am alone again."

Junior looked at Chris, and then turned to me and shoved me towards the SUV. "Start walking, slowly."

I began to walk forwards, concentrating on each step. I could hear Chris behind us, begging for us to come back, and then nothing. I didn't dare to turn around to look, but heard Junior curse, and knew that Chris was now four feet beneath us.

"Hurry up, get to the truck, and we can get out of here together." Junior said as he gave a hard shove.

I doubted that Junior would take me with him, would probably leave me here to suffer the same fate as Chris and Todd. I knew, though, that running off on my own was the worst thing I could do, so I decided to go along with Junior, and hoped that an opportunity for escape would present itself.

We were a few steps away from the SUV when I felt the ground beneath my feet shift, rise half an inch, and then rapidly sink. I jumped backward, away from the SUV, just as a huge hole formed that swallowed the entire vehicle into a bottomless pit thirty feet across.

"My truck, it got my goddamn truck!" screamed Junior with more emotion than when Chris and Todd had disappeared.

He turned on me, and punched me in the side of the head. "This is all your fault, if you hadn't run away from us, if you're family hadn't bought this farm. You are going to pay for this." He grunted as he punched me in the mouth, this time knocking me to the ground. I turned over, spitting blood out of my mouth, and kicked him as hard as I could in the groin, and immediately sprinted into the old farmhouse.

"I am going to kill you." Junior yelled after me with a hysterical laugh.

I knew that he would kill me, if he got a hold of me, so I sprinted through the abandoned house, looking for the door to the basement. If I could find someplace to hide, to wait him out, then I might be able to get out of this alive. The first door I tried led into a closet, but the second one opened into the pitch black basement. I hurtled down the wooden steps, hoping that rotten wood would hold up under my weight, and heard Junior crash through the front door of the farmhouse.

I felt around the basement, searching for a good place to hide myself. I found a small alcove near the old coal chute, and draped an old canvas over my body as I sat huddled in the corner of the basement. The footsteps above me stopped, and I knew that Junior had found the door to the basement. The steps to the basement began to moan under the weight of Junior, and a sharp crack accompanied by a loud curse told me that one of the rotten steps had buckled under Junior's weight.

My eyes adjusted to the small amount of moonlight shining into the basement through the boarded up windows. The faint outline of a limping Junior came into sight, one hand out in front of him as he blindly felt around. In the other hand he held what looked like a crowbar.

He called out, "Why are you hiding, I just wanna talk. I know how we can get out of here, if we work together."

I watched Junior hobble across the basement, and kept deathly silent, looking for a chance to sprint up the stairs and out of the farm house. My heart missed a beat when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, on the other side of the basement. In the darkness I could see two black figures crawl out a hole in the wall, and pull two bodies out of the hole behind them which hit the floor like a bag of concrete.

Junior twirled around towards the sound, crowbar raised high overhead. "I know that's you, you goddamn coward."

One of the bodies on the floor moaned, and gasped, "Junior, they ate my eyes. They ate them. Help me please, please..."

I ripped the canvas off, and sprinted up the stairs, careful to avoid the broken step and praying that the others would hold up. I reached the top of the staircase, slammed the door behind me and locked the door.

I soon heard footsteps pounding up the stairs, and watched as the doorknob rattled. I knew I should run away while the creatures below were occupied, but morbid curiosity kept my eyes glued to the door.

"Hey, open the door! They're at the bottom of the stairs, oh god, they're horrible, disgusting, you should have seen what they did to Chris and Todd. PLEASE!"

I stood there, silent.

Junior cursed, and drove the crowbar through the wooden door again and again until there was a hole large enough to fit his hand through. He reached through, and placed his hand on the lock.

His hand spasmed, and a sickening crunch was followed by an earsplitting scream. His hand pulled back through the hole, unlocking the door as it passed the lock. The door swung open slowly, and Junior came into view.

Blood gushed down one side of his face, a large bite mark was where his left eye had been. He took a step forward, looking at me with remaining eye, until a rotting hand with sharp, black fingernails wrapped around his ankle and jerked him back into the basement. The basement door closed with a loud bang, which awoke me from my trance. I sprinted out of the farmhouse and back towards the main road, shutting out the shrill screaming rising out of the basement, and ignoring the fact that the grotesque hand that had grabbed Junior's ankle wore the same turquoise ring that I had seen my father wearing in old photographs.

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ANOTHER UPDATE. FUCK YEAH

Soooorrryy it took me so long to get this book updated. I actually think this story is one of my longest. 

Hope you enjoy ^-^

Goner