(This tale was inspired by true events)

They had been walked long enough that there had better be something interesting at the end of the path, but not so long that they considered turning back. It had been a very pleasant walk, but still, there had better be something interesting to make it feel worth while.

It had started out as a simple walk in the park. Or maybe it was more like a stroll. The sky was blue, the day was warm, it really was a lovely time. Them one of them had found a creek with the perfect rocks for clambering on. So they had followed the creek until int went into a tunnel. When they had climbed up out of the creek bed one of them had found a path.There was no telling where this path went. It meandered up a slope and disappeared. But since paths are made to be taken up the slope they went.

At the top of the slope the stopped. It didn’t trail off or fade away. It ran head-first into a guard-rail and just stopped. Through the trees they could see a road. It was completely empty. There no cars in sight. There were no people in sight and the road looked as though it hadn’t been used for some time. No wind blew. No birds sang. It was very still.

But the path continued on the other side of the road and paths are meant to be taken so on they had went.

And now here they were, walking along a narrow path and hoping there was something at the end that would be interesting. The path had been well-worn, but was beginning to get overgrown. The woods around them were as still as the road had been. They were close to turning around and going back, but something whispered that what was at the end of the path would be worth the quiet and the stillness.

All at once the path ended again. It veered off to the left and headed into the creek. They followed the creek around a bend and then it disappeared into a tunnel. They went up to the mouth of the tunnel see if they could keep going and to admire the graffiti. The bit of the tunnel wall they could see before it disappeared into darkness was with graffiti. Some of it was well done, most of it wasn’t, but it was all interesting. And over it all someone had painted in black ink “I’m Waiting For You”.

They stood before the tunnel transfixed. From deep inside came the sound of deep, heavy breathing. And as they stood and stared two enormous eyes snapped open.

The spell over them was broken. As one they turned and ran. The trip took much less time going than it had coming.