Narrow Is the Way
I
hear the dog barking wildly like it’s some kind of recording put on high speed
that resembles Alvin and the Chimpmunks. I sit up in my bed and reach the foot
to just check on Midnight. Because I just woke up, I’m thinking I’m too groggy
to find Midnight. But a few minutes of looking around the room tells me that
I’m not.
hear the dog barking wildly like it’s some kind of recording put on high speed
that resembles Alvin and the Chimpmunks. I sit up in my bed and reach the foot
to just check on Midnight. Because I just woke up, I’m thinking I’m too groggy
to find Midnight. But a few minutes of looking around the room tells me that
I’m not.
She
got outside.
got outside.
It’s two in the morning and it’s freezing outside. I
haven’t seen the zoo come back to visit us on our deck, but I never know when I
might again.
haven’t seen the zoo come back to visit us on our deck, but I never know when I
might again.
She’d
make a nice little treat for a big, bad wolf.
make a nice little treat for a big, bad wolf.
The barking goes again. They’re little yelps that
sound almost funny if I didn’t know they were coming from Midnight.
sound almost funny if I didn’t know they were coming from Midnight.
I
grab my shoes and a jacket and tear outside down the stairs. When I reach the
pitch black night, I realize I need a flashlight.
grab my shoes and a jacket and tear outside down the stairs. When I reach the
pitch black night, I realize I need a flashlight.
Sometimes
I really don’t feel equipped for this whole adventurer thing.
I really don’t feel equipped for this whole adventurer thing.
It
takes me a few minutes to find the light in my room. When I go back outside, I
don’t hear anything.
takes me a few minutes to find the light in my room. When I go back outside, I
don’t hear anything.
But
I know she’s out here because Midnight’s not in the cabin.
I know she’s out here because Midnight’s not in the cabin.
I call out her name but it just seems to bounce back
off the trees. Maybe if Midnight has children, we’ll call them Darkness and
Shadows and Spooky.
off the trees. Maybe if Midnight has children, we’ll call them Darkness and
Shadows and Spooky.
I
point the flashlight down the driveway. Then on the street below. I can hear
the creek down below. But not much of anything else.
point the flashlight down the driveway. Then on the street below. I can hear
the creek down below. But not much of anything else.
“Midnight!”
There’s
no way I’m going back in the house without finding her.
no way I’m going back in the house without finding her.
What
if someone took her?
if someone took her?
Then I’ll find whoever took her because they must be
close.
close.
What
if they disappeared in the tunnels below the cabin?
if they disappeared in the tunnels below the cabin?
I’ve tried my best to avoid thinking or going back
down in those. I still don’t know what those are all about. But part of me
doesn’t want to know.
down in those. I still don’t know what those are all about. But part of me
doesn’t want to know.
Maybe
they want you to be the new guardian of the tunnels, Chris!
they want you to be the new guardian of the tunnels, Chris!
My mind shouldn’t be running in circles after having
been dead asleep on minutes earlier.
been dead asleep on minutes earlier.
Don’t
say dead asleep.
say dead asleep.
“Midnight!”
Then
I hear her.
I hear her.
A
little bark. Then a yelp, a kind that I’ve only heard once when I shut the
closet door on her tail.
little bark. Then a yelp, a kind that I’ve only heard once when I shut the
closet door on her tail.
Coming
from down below me.
from down below me.
I
aim the light on the street.
aim the light on the street.
No,
below that. Further down.
below that. Further down.
I
sprint down there in my usual run-first-think-later mode.
sprint down there in my usual run-first-think-later mode.
Ten
minutes later, I’m standing there below the street on the sharp edge of the
hill looking at the opened door that’s heading into the ground below. It’s so
steep here that there’s no ladder inside the hole. The ground goes straight
inside the earth.
minutes later, I’m standing there below the street on the sharp edge of the
hill looking at the opened door that’s heading into the ground below. It’s so
steep here that there’s no ladder inside the hole. The ground goes straight
inside the earth.
Go
on say it say it Chris! It’s tunnel time!
on say it say it Chris! It’s tunnel time!
Yet standing here outside with a flashlight looking
into this hole in the side of the hill, I get a feeling that this is different.
The tunnel going below my cabin—just like the one in that other tiny cabin
above ours—seem narrow and dug into the ground for a purpose. While this
opening is in the side of the mountain, it doesn’t look the same.
into this hole in the side of the hill, I get a feeling that this is different.
The tunnel going below my cabin—just like the one in that other tiny cabin
above ours—seem narrow and dug into the ground for a purpose. While this
opening is in the side of the mountain, it doesn’t look the same.
But
why?
why?
The ground itself is stone. Or brick or something
hard. So are the walls. And it seems to spread out and get wider the farther it
goes. I can only see about ten feet or so until it opens up on the right hand
side.
hard. So are the walls. And it seems to spread out and get wider the farther it
goes. I can only see about ten feet or so until it opens up on the right hand
side.
The
really weird thing is the writing all over the place. On the ground and the
walls. In black mostly, in different shades and different kinds of handwriting.
Like a classroom full of kids all took black chalk to the walls and the floor.
One word really close up appears to say HELP. Another looks like DEATH.
really weird thing is the writing all over the place. On the ground and the
walls. In black mostly, in different shades and different kinds of handwriting.
Like a classroom full of kids all took black chalk to the walls and the floor.
One word really close up appears to say HELP. Another looks like DEATH.
Another in tiny writing that is very close to the
entrance is a sentence that repeats itself all the way down like a kid with
fancy cursive having to write on the chalkboard after class:
entrance is a sentence that repeats itself all the way down like a kid with
fancy cursive having to write on the chalkboard after class:
Because
strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few
there be that find it.
strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few
there be that find it.
For a moment, I hesitate to go inside. I don’t know
why. Maybe because it’s dark and creepy and it looks like somewhere people were
held prisoner.
why. Maybe because it’s dark and creepy and it looks like somewhere people were
held prisoner.
Wait
a minute.
a minute.
I examine the door that’s opened and lying on the
ground next to the hole. At first I didn’t realize that the door isn’t a
regular door but rather a grated off door like you might see in a prison.
ground next to the hole. At first I didn’t realize that the door isn’t a
regular door but rather a grated off door like you might see in a prison.
This
is some kind of cell.
is some kind of cell.
“Midnight?”
My
voice comes out like a kitten purring. My entire body is numb.
voice comes out like a kitten purring. My entire body is numb.
Tunnels
in our basement and a holding cell just below our street. Wonderful.
in our basement and a holding cell just below our street. Wonderful.
“Midnight.”
My
voice is stronger and louder.
voice is stronger and louder.
I
remember the first time Jocelyn brought me to that barn to show me Midnight.
remember the first time Jocelyn brought me to that barn to show me Midnight.
There’s
no way I’m going to let whoever take her in the middle of this hole to hide
out.
no way I’m going to let whoever take her in the middle of this hole to hide
out.
I
start walking into the opening when something nips at my foot.
start walking into the opening when something nips at my foot.
I
jump and stumble back and then have to brace myself not to fall down the
sloping hill. I lean over and see Midnight panting and wagging her tail at my
feet. I pick her up with one hand and then kiss her forehead, asking if she’s
okay and checking her out. When she starts kissing me on the nose, I figure she
must be okay.
jump and stumble back and then have to brace myself not to fall down the
sloping hill. I lean over and see Midnight panting and wagging her tail at my
feet. I pick her up with one hand and then kiss her forehead, asking if she’s
okay and checking her out. When she starts kissing me on the nose, I figure she
must be okay.
As
I climb back up the hill quickly to get away from this secret hideaway I found,
I think back to the moment when I started to walk inside.
I climb back up the hill quickly to get away from this secret hideaway I found,
I think back to the moment when I started to walk inside.
The
sound.
sound.
It resembled something big and heavy starting to
move, like an old, squeaky door starting to shut.
move, like an old, squeaky door starting to shut.
Was
the door going to slam behind me?
the door going to slam behind me?
Like many of the wonderful places I’ve had the
misfortune to visit in Solitary, this is one site that I don’t think I’ll come
back to anytime soon.
misfortune to visit in Solitary, this is one site that I don’t think I’ll come
back to anytime soon.
At
least not alone.
least not alone.
(HURT is the fourth and final book in The Solitary Tales. It releases January 1, 2013)
Terrific! January can't come soon enough for me! 🙂
You have me hooked, I can't wait for it to come out.
Why was it deleted? Do a director's cut!
Oooooh…LOVE the verse in bold! 🙂
I can not wait for Hurt to come out. Totally love this series!!!!