“Are you in. or are you out?”
Immediately, I flashed back to accepting my invitation to the mill. There were six of us who had set up sleeping bags on the outer, upper balcony. About 15 minutes after arriving, the hosts had bid us good night…and we were on our own.
For the first hour, we got to know one another. At some point, I had to use the rest room, and to my dismay…discovered I had to walk a distance to a porta-potty. When I returned, no one was at the mill.
“Hello?” I had called out. Silence. “Okay, guys, you got me. Where is everyone?”
A scream echoed over the hill and behind the trees. As I pushed back branches and past bushes, I made my way toward the sound. Probably just initiation. Nothing prepared me for what laid beyond the clearing.
I blinked my eyes, our host had returned and was snapping fingers in front of me…
“I’ll ask you again…are you in or are you out?”
170 words / FFaw Feb. 27th / hosted by: Joy
…ANYONE WANT TO FINISH THE STORY? I’d love someone to copy and paste what I started and come up with their own ending. I purposely wrote it so it could go in any direction. Fun, happy, creepy, nightmarish. Political? Just link to this post so I know!