Hannah Crespo

Underground Secrets.

The rain pelted loudly on the windshield of the old ford F150. The red now faded, crumbled off in rusty chunks as it clunked and clanged down the old, dirt road.The driver, an old man and his wife. Mr. and Mrs. Dungham, deemed as the town’s crazies, were only in their mid 50s, yet looked to be about 100. They never talked to anyone and never had any type of expression on their face. If zombies existed, they would be the first noticeable ones. They always had the same old ripped up farm clothes on, and when they entered the room, their scent cleared the whole house. But that wasn’t what had the town afraid of them. Rumors of killings and hauntings were surrounding Jim Dungham, and strange child abductions and strange magic surrounded Susan Dungham. They were multi billionaires but yet lived in an old rundown farmhouse. The 1730s house claimed to hold dark secrets of an old evil that, once released, would then bring death to anyone that would enter the property. But yet Jim and Susan seemed to do just fine there. As they drove down the road Jim and Susan were quiet. Neither one spoke a word. They both were in deep thought about their day. Susan looked back into the bed of the truck. Blood was everywhere. She sighed as she thought about what lay in 37 garbage bags. Her face became suddenly pale as she realized she had six more hours till midnight. Jim looked at her and shook his head. His wife was a worry wart. When feeding time came close, she always would panic. The sun started to set on the old rugged mountains of the Adarondacks. Jim knew that soon, they would be strengthened again and they would be good until the next blood moon.It was now only six thirty, five and a half hours seemed like an eternity. The rain started to lighten up and the sky started to turn dark colors. They both sighed as their senses opened up.The air had an evil scent to it. They knew tonight that it would definitely be good hunting tonight.