After grabbing some dinner, and participating in a guided tour of the bayou, the group got in the car, and started heading back to New Orleans. They had to catch a 6am flight in the morning. Angela couldn't get the old woman out of her mind. She felt terrible about what had happened.
I can't believe I was so callous enough to touch someone else's personal property. She thought. I mean, I didn't even know the woman. Not only that, but I lost her pet.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked her. "You look like something is bothering you."
"I'm fine.", she replied. "I just feel like I owe that woman a big apology. Maybe she's cooled down by now, maybe she'll be a bit more forgiving if I could just tell her that, 'I'm sorry.'"
"Well we have to pass the gas station on the way back." Replied Scott. "In fact I think it's coming up soon. Maybe we should just—"
"No way!" Cried Cara. "That woman, and her creepy place scared the hell out of me! This entire day trip has jus been horrible, and creepy. I just want to head back to the hotel, and get a good night's sleep."
"Come on Cara.", said Alan. "Why do you have to be so selfish all the time? The world doesn't revolve around you."
"Yeah, well you know what you can go revolve yourself around." She spat. "You can—"
"Please stop!", said Scott. "You two have been together forever, and are crazy about one another. So before someone says something that they will forever regret, stop! Will it really be worth saying something that you will not only regret, but can never take back?"
"Fine," huffed Cara. "I just won't talk to him. With that she crossed her arms, and stopped talking to everyone. Alan just rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"That's my girl." He stated with sarcasm.
They soon came upon the old gas station. As they pulled up, they couldn't help but notice that something was wrong. Early in the afternoon it had looked like a thriving business, but now it looked like an abandoned building.
"Bobby, are you sure this is the right place?" Asked Angela.
"Yes," he replied. "I remember because it was next to that strange tree."
"I don't like the looks of this." Said Zoe. "I think we should go."
"There coming to get you Zoe." Bobby said in a jokingly spooky manor. He even had a goofy smile on his face.
"It's not funny, Bobby." Replied Zoe. "Something just doesn't feel right. We should go—now."
"Wait!" Said Angela. "What if the old woman is in trouble? I would never forgive myself, I had already caused her enough problems for today."
"Let's just call the police." Said Scott.
"But what if she needs help now?" Replied Angela. "Go ahead, and call the police. But I'm going to look around."
"Wait Angela!" Cried Scott.
But before anyone could stop her, Angela got out of the car. She then walked up to the building, and reached for the door. It wasn't locked, but it was pitch black. Cautiously she made her way inside.
"Hello!" She cried. "Is anybody here?" She took out her smartphone, and turned on her flashlight. As she kept walking around, she couldn't believe her eyes. Everything was covered in cobwebs. It was as if the place had been abandoned for years.
Weird, she thought. As she continued to walk around, she kept looking straight ahead. But she didn't look at the floor below her. All of a sudden she tripped, and fell over something that felt rather spongy.
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