"Tunnel 8 Prohibited"A Story by Cody Williams Jessica heard the legend why Tunnel 8 is prohibited. Now they will find out for sure it it's true. “Tunnel 8 Prohibited” By Cody Williams
1. TUNNEL
8 PROHIBITED the large red sign read as Brad Flowers and Jessica Hayes drove
past it in Brad’s Ford Mustang. Brad was the average prom king type young man.
He was about six feet and three inches tall and was muscular built. He had
short black hair that spiked upward and blue eyes. Jessica was the prettiest
girl in the Betsy High School. She was a sophomore there while her boyfriend
Brad was the senior football star. Jessica
had long brown hair and was very attractive and thin. She was about five feet
and five inches tall and also had a blue eye color. Jessica looked back at the
sign. “What
did that sign say?” Jessica asked furiously. “Tunnel
8 prohibited.” Brad replied. Jessica turned back around and looked at her high
school sweet heart. “Why
do they put the sign up if you can’t even go there?” Jessica asked him. “Just
to remind you that you can’t go there I guess.” Brad replied. Jessica licked
her lips and continued to stare at Brad. “Why
is Tunnel 8 prohibited?” Jessica asked him. Brad began to laugh just under his
breath. “What?
You haven’t heard the story?” Brad asked shockingly. Jessica looked at him
strangely. “What
story?” Jessica asked him. “Never
mind.” Brad asked turning his attention back to the interstate. “No!
Tell me the story Brad!” Jessica pleaded in suspense. Brad smiled at her. “Okay.”
Brad started. “Legend has it that there was a horrible murder that took place
in Tunnel 8. The legend says that there was a house near the tunnel. Apparently
that dad in the house hold went crazy and murdered them all and carried them
down to the tunnel one by one and threw them in the creek that ran inside of it
including his little five year old boy. He then allegedly grabbed a shot gun
and blew his brains out all over the wall of the tunnel.” He said as he looked
over to Jessica who was hanging on his every word. “What
happened next Brad?” Jessica asked him. “Legend
has it that now if you go in the tunnel, you can see the little boy who was gruesomely
murdered. He appears at the end of the tunnel and lets out a devastatingly loud
cry. It freaked people out so bad that the locals quit going into the tunnel.
It now sits abandoned.” He said. “But
why would that cause them to make it prohibited?” Jessica asked confused. “They
say that grass began growing up into it the walls and sealing began cracking.
It has been named condemned.” Brad told her. She slowly turned her head. The
story sent chills up her spine. She looked up at the sky as the sun began to
set. Just as the sun peaked behind the mountains she heard and felt something
strange. A loud boom came from nowhere and Brad lost control of the car. The
car ran side first into the guardrails at the edge of the road busting through
it. Tumbled down a grassy hill past a sign reading EXIT 312 TUNNEL 8. 2. The
Mustang came to a rest at the bottom of the grassy slope leading to a dark
deserted road. “Jessica,
are you okay?” Brad asked concerned. “Yes.”
Jessica answered back. “Are you okay?” She asked him. “I
think so.” Brad replied. He reached over and hit the red button releasing the
seat belt. He drugs himself over to the shattered window next to him and
climbed out of it. He picked himself up and dusted himself off. He walked over
to the opposite side of the car and go down on the ground. He grabbed the door
handle and pulled it opening up the door. He reached in over Jessica and
unfastened her seat belt. He grabbed her by the arm and helped her out of the
car. She got out and stood to her feet. They embraced for several moments and
looked back at the car. Brad kissed her on the head and looked at her. “I
guess we should call the police!” Brad said. He reached his hand down into his
left blue jeans pocket pulling out his iPhone that has been smashed. “S**t!” He
screamed throwing it down to the ground. “Do you have your phone sweet heart?”
Brad asked her. Jessica shook her head no. “I
left it at home.” Jessica informed him. “S**t!”
Brad mumbled under his breath. He looked down the deserted road they were on.
“Come on!” Brad said as he grabbed her by the hand and they began walking down what
could be described as the lost highway. “Brad!
Where are we going?” Jessica asked him. “There
has to be someone around here to help us! I don’t want to risk going back up on
the interstate at night and getting hit by a car or something.” Brad explained
to her. 3. They
continued walking down the dark deserted road for about twenty minutes before
they finally began to see light. It was a single streetlight on the other end
of a long brick tunnel that looked like it hasn’t been used in years. It was
Tunnel 8. They stopped for a moment and looked down the dark tunnel to the
other side. Brad and Jessica both looked at each other for a moment and then
back down the tunnel. Brad began to walk forward before being grabbed and
pulled back by Jessica. “Where
are you going?” Jessica asked worried. “Though
the tunnel.” Brad replied. “You
can’t go through there! Don’t you remember the story?” Jessica said to Brad. Brad
laughed it off and looked down to Brad. “Come
on sweet heart! That story is just a legend. A myth! It’s bull s**t!” Brad said
to her. He began walking into the tunnel and Jessica closely followed. The two
walked about ten feet into the tunnel. “See sweetheart, there’s nothing to be
worried about.” Brad said. He grabbed her by the hand and led her down the dark
tunnel. Halfway through the tunnel, Brad noticed that he was now able to see
his breath. He noticed a great drop in temperature and he began to shivver.
They stopped for a moment and looked over to the wall beside them. It began to
ooze something strange. Brad walked over and touched the wall getting a thick
liquid on his hand. He looked at it closely noticing that what was on his hand
was a dark red color. It smelt like blood. Jessica screamed and the two of them
looked directly across from them at the end of the tunnel. There
stood a little boy with short black hair. The boy had gray pale skin and black
eyes. “Hello?
Can we help you buddy?” Brad asked hoping for an answer. The boy did not answer
back. Instead his mouth dropped to the floor exposing razor sharp teeth. He let
out a devistatingly painful squeal at the top of his lungs. They turned around
to run back out the other end of the tunnel…but they stopped suddenly. They
realized that at the other end of the tunnel was the father of the boy. “You
shouldn’t have come here. Nobody’s bee here for years.” The man said slowly
walking towards them. “Nobody but me and my family.” The man added. He too had
gray skin and black hair. But there were maggots covering one side of his face.
Brad and Jessica began to look around when they noticed that even more blood
began pouring out of the wall. A head appeared from the wall revealing the
mother of the boy. On the other side of them blood began pouring out of the
wall. Another head appeared. It was the sister of the boy. They turned around
to notice that the boy was now right behind them. The boy let out another loud
scream as the dead family surrounded Brad and Jessica. “You’ll never
leave us! You’ll be here with us forever!” The boy said. They turned back around
face to face with the father. “Welcome
to the family.” The father said with an evil smirk as Brad and Jessica screamed
with pure terror. Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS A division of TTP Entertainment
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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