The sound — a voice, a voice is rising from the ground.
I jump away from the spot, mortified by the shrill shrieking coming from below. Someone needs help — it sounds like they're getting murdered.
Could I just be hearing an echo coming from further into the forest? I test the theory by stepping away, but the screaming fades and only grows louder when I return to my original spot.
The ground becomes softer below where the sound comes from. I could almost bounce against the mossy ground.
I kneel down, rejecting every sense in my body telling me to run back to the house and safety.
When my ear reaches the edge of the moss, I hear the screams more clearly.
"GOD SEND AN ANGEL!!
SEND HER DOWN HERE!!
GIVE ME A CHANCE!
I JUST WANT A CHANCE!
A CHANCE OR TO DIE!!"
I jump back a bit. The man's voice sounds insane and jumbled. Why is he underground?! How did he get down there?!
"Hello?!!" I yell to the ground.
Silence erupts from below. He heard me.
"HELP!
HELP!!
HELP ME!
HELP ME!
HELP ME,
PLEASE!!"
I begin to dig frantically. He's down there, there is someone down there.
But as I dig through the moss, my nails scrape against a hard surface. Tearing away until I can see it, below the moss there's wood.
I find the edges, and finally realize where I am.
This is a well... there's a man in the well...
It couldn't be.
"Harry?!" I yell.
"HELLO?! HELP ME!"
Little Harry is real... Little Harry is alive and still in the well.
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HorrorSPOOKY SHORT STORY | Remember the nursery rhyme of the boy who fell into the well? That boy grew into a man and he's still down there, longing for someone to find him and bring him back to the surface. When a paranoid woman happens upon him, she lea...
