Book 1 Chapter 3

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Normally, I’m good with faces, so I can’t believe I don’t remember him that is if he is speaking the truth. It could be a way to toy with me.

“I don’t remember you.”

“I worked for a local farmer in the summer of 1999, you came out to the farm with a girl, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Can’t remember her name but I didn’t forget you. We hung out on the farm and then went to a party that night.”

“Hmm, the friend has to be Dorie but I’m not remembering the farm or party.”

He looked at me with the most amazing grin on his face. My heart did a flip-flop like I have never felt before. Why did that just happen? What is it about those blue eyes that make me weak in the knees?

Mystery man walked over to me. He leaned on the table inches from my face. I could feel the warmth of his breath on me and smell the sweetest cologne. This man should make my blood boil with rage not set it on fire with lust. What the heck is wrong with me? He snatched me.

I stood up and stepped back. My heart racing and my hands shaking.

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“I do not remember you, I’m sorry. I just want to leave.” I spoke.

“I don’t know if leaving would be too wise. See, when I found you a man had been chasing you and when I went out earlier he was still out there only with several others. I am not the guilty one. I put you in that storage closet in case he happened to come to the door asking questions. You were hidden in there if he would happen to come to the door.”

I don’t know if he is telling the truth. I was knocked out. I suppose in a way it would make sense. Explains not being tied up and that he allowed me to come out and eat. No guns lying around. Now what do I say or do.

“Well, then I thank you for not leaving me there for him. Remember falling and my head hurting. Sorry. But how did you get me away from him if he hit me?”

A loud bang came from outside that made us both jump.

He ran over, grabbed my arm and led me back to the storage room. He shut the door behind us. Motioned for me to be quiet. He locked the door gently and put his arm on mine as if to tell me to stay still.

A knocking came from the front door. The door knob began turning. Several footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. No one spoke. It’s like they knew we would be hiding.

I could feel a sneeze coming. Crap. Doing everything I could to hold it in. I sneezed my funny half sneeze. Mystery man covered my face up in case there was another one coming. I normally do sneeze more than once, luckily this time I did not. Did he remember that from years ago? Why can’t I remember?

A pair of footsteps came to the storage door and tried the knob. When it wouldn’t turn, the person tried shoving on the door but luckily it didn’t budge.

Mystery man motioned for me to follow him on hands and knees to the back of the room. He opened that metal box that smelled awful.

He motioned for me to crawl into the box. I shook my head no, not in that smelly thing. He motioned again with a rather angry look and whispered get in. I peered over the side of it and saw the bottom had been opened and there was a ladder leading down below. Just like out of an adventure novel! I smiled. Did my best to not think of the smell.

I climbed in. Placed my foot on the ladder rungs one after the other praying that they were not old and rickety. I looked up to see him closing the lid after him and locking it from the inside. Then when he got past the bottom of the box he closed that as well and sealed it with an extra bar lock.

It was airy and pitch black. It smelled musty and I could hear running water. My feet touched ground. After he was down, he took my hand and he led us closer to the water sound.

I hope those guys above don’t find the box. I wonder how this place got here. Many questions popping in my head. Exciting. Terrifying.

His hand feels warm and fits perfectly around mine. I don’t want to let go.

He dropped my hand, bummer.

Mystery man lit a small candle and placed it on a wooden table against the wall. He started opening tubs searching for something. He found a flashlight and shone it in my eyes. Bright light.

“I was hoping it wasn’t dead. We will head further down the tunnel just in case they find the passage way. I don’t think they will but better to be safe than sorry.” He said looking at me and then blowing the candle out.

“Why didn’t you just lock me in the room and answer the door?” I asked, thinking why go to all this trouble.

“Several of them, one of me if things went wrong.”

I didn’t know what to say or think. I am floored. This is like out of a spy movie. I guess I got my adventure I was wanting.

I shook my head in agreement and began to follow him down the cold, dark cave like tunnel. Just where it leads and what the story is behind this, I can’t wait to find out. My heart won’t stop racing from the unknown and Mr. Blue eyes.

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©JwlsMacRay 2016


 

Memories Can Be Inspiration

The current novel I am writing, Obeyville Snoop, centers around a mysterious underground cave system. In the middle of this cave is a stone town. The discovery leads to adventure and surprises.

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The inspiration of this story came from a childhood memory of mine. About sixth grade a few of my classmates and I discovered the remains of a burned down house on a hill located in town. The shell of a door remained that led to a downstairs portion of the old house. At the end of the steps to the right a dirt tunnel led to a round dirt room.

The rumor was the man who had lived there was paranoid about a war starting in which we would be bombed. He built the underground tunnels and room so he could hide. We only found the one tunnel and room but there looked to be a possible other tunnel which was caved in.

Being the young kids we were we would sit in the round room and play Truth, Dare, and Double Dare! 🙂 We would be goofy but also try to scare the crap out of each other. On one side of the tunnel there was a tube-shaped object that looked as though it fell into the dirt from the house above that burned. I suppose it was a tank of some sort but we convinced ourselves it was a bomb missile that did not go off. It was more interesting to a sixth grader. 🙂

What remained of the house above was a few framed walls and scattered household items. A pair of overalls hung on a nail on one of the walls and we liked to believe it was the man burned up.

Imagination overload!

It made for fun after school exploring for a while. We stopped going up after we opened our mouths to our parents. Can you believe we listened? I like to think we spooked ourselves away. 🙂

I never did return to that spot and as far as I know it remained like it was until a couple built their beautiful home over it. This happened after I graduated, left for six years, and then moved back. So many times I wanted to walk up there and ask if they caved everything in. My imagination likes to think they restructured the tunnel and room and it is now under their house.

How cool would that be? 🙂

If you like this memory, I think you will enjoy my novel when it is finished. Thinking back on this time in my life I really think that’s when my imagination took off on its own adventure and my love for mysteries, adventures, and the unknown sparked my love of reading books. Those books ignited many daydreams in which I was the main character. I wish I had written notes on those dreams. I would have lots of material for stories and novels. 🙂

Doing research I came across this article by Stephen Wagner.

It is cool to think the possibilities of other discoveries. Granted a few stories are pretty far-fetched but that’s what makes a great adventure novel! It is one of the reasons I love to write. Love making up fun stories.

I hope my imagination will entertain many, if not at least a few.

Stay tuned, I will update as my novel progresses!

( If you click on the blue title, Obeyville Snoop,  it will take you to my website which will have the link to buying my book eventually.)