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“This is some bad weather we’re having kids,” Chris said as he was driving on Route 66
on his way back home. They were driving back home to Las Vegas from his mother’s 70th
birthday party. Twenty miles down the road, the weather had seemed to get worst. Chris glanced
down at the gas meter and noticed that he was almost on empty. Before he could even make it to
the nearest station the car automatically came to a complete stop. Chris got out of the car,
grabbing a flash light and gas can. “Don’t worry about me, I’m going to go get help. “Keep an
close eye on your sister”, Chris said to his 12 year old son Jake. Chris was walking alone on an
unfamiliar road with nothing but a gas can and a
flash light. The nearest gas station was about a half mile away, so he thought he could make it
back before anything dangerous occurred. Chris began walking down the dark, mysterious road.
When Chris turned around for the final time to see if his children were safe and ok, the car had
gone missing. Suddenly Chris begins to panic after seeing that the car has all of a sudden
vanished into thin air. “What shall I do”, were the words that flowed from his mouth like an
erupted volcano. As soon as Chris got the strength to move again, he took off in a swift run
towards the spot where the car was originally parked. Looking down at the soaked ground, Chris
caught a glimpse of something very unusual. Slowly and nervously, he reached down and picked
up his son Jake’s cell phone. Now there was no way possible that Chris could get in contact with
his beloved children.
Finally Chris makes it to the gas station. “I need help, my children are missing”, were the
words that Chris managed to gush out of his mouth. When all of a sudden from behind
the counter a man dashed out at Chris, holding a shot gun in his dried cracked hands.
“What is your business here?”, was the response the man asked Chris. “I am looking for
my children and car; some maniac just disappeared with them”. The man gave Chris a
confused glare. “Do you know what route you are on young man?”, the man asked Chris.
Chris shrugged his shoulders and said no with a look of hesitation. “You are on route 66”.
The man explained to Chris the weird happenings that occurred on the route. With all that
was said, Chris still concentrated on his two children Jake and Lizzie. “I have to go and
find my children”. That being said Chris left out of the gas station even more bewildered
than before, but still on a hunt to seek his missing children.
Chris finally approached a phone booth to dial 911, but before he could dial the number a red
1999 mustang pulled up beside him. “Hey man! You want a ride? “asked a fair skinned man
with long hair and a orange shirt. “My name is Arnold. You seem as if you need some help.” “
Yes…” Chris said. “Yes, I do need help. I was walking to the gas station to get some gas, because
I was out. Then when I turned around to see if I could still see my car, it was gone.” Arnold
looked as if he knew exactly what was going on. “Dude, there’s always strange things
happening around here. People coming up missing, ghosts appearing out of nowhere, and
people discovering the unknown. You just so happen to be on one of the most haunted roads in
America, you’re on Route 66. “Arnold said explaining what was happening. “Yes so I have
Heard”,
said Chris with aggravation in his tone. Chris told the man no thanks, and continued to dial
911. Before he could do so this time, he heard a loud agonizing scream utter out from the woods.
Not just any scream. It sounded as if it were the scream of his 10 year old daughter Lizzie.
Instantly Chris took off in a fast past towards the woods without even thinking. “Lizzie! Jake!”,
were the names he called out while entering into the inexplicable woods. There were no replies,
only dampness and coldness. Still walking through the woods, Chris found no traces of where his
two missing children could possibly dwell. Out of nowhere, Chris stumbled on a gigantic rock,
knocking himself unconscious. Forty five minutes had passed, before Chris was conscious again.
Looking up he saw the man from the gas station standing over him with a cup of coffee. ‘Drink
this mate and it will make you feel better”, said the man with an odd smirk on his face. The man
explained to Chris about how he called the police and reassured him everything would be ok.
This reassured Chris while drinking his coffee. Heading back to the gas station, Chris was still a
little confused about why he had gone into the woods to begin with. The man told Chris his name
was Ryan, and he had what sounded like an Australian accent to Chris. They sat and conversed
for what seemed quite awhile. “Shouldn’t the police be here by now?” Chris asked Ryan. “Hold
your horses mate, they
, they’re coming”, Ryan replied back. Chris checked his watch and seen that
merely 3 hours had gone by. “What is going on here?!” Chris shouted out in a demanding voice.
Ryan just gave Chris a demonic looking smirk. Then out of no where the man from the red
mustang appeared out from behind the register. “Arnold?” Chris stuttered out. Suddenly Chris
started to feel really drained and tired. His words begin to slur. It was almost as if someone had
drugged him. “What did you put in my coffee”? Ryan begin to laugh the most evil laugh Chris
had ever heard in all captivity. “Welcome to route 66 mate’’, Ryan yelled out. Chris was to weak
to even move. Arnold begin to walk towards Chris with duck tape and rope in his hands. Chris
had woke up in a dark cabin that looked as it had been abandoned for years. “Dad! Dad!”, Lizzie
screamed from her chair. Her and her brother Jake were also tied up next to him.
