Sombre

He had slashed his wrists. Phill had been another victim of Charlie Miller’s.

A man in a suit was very much a stranger to this area. Jake, a business man from the city, knew what was going on in the town of Sombre, for he was the first man who had entered Evermore after Charlie Miller had left. The town of Evermore was filled with the beautiful site of lustious trees. The only time Evermore wasn’t as beautiful as heaven was in autumn, when the trees were without leaves. It was this time of year Jake was going to visit his parents in the country. The journey needed him to pass through Evermore. As Jake approached Evermore he noticed the bare trees, which looked even more frightening in the mist of the night. He noticed a dark, revolting smell coming from the outside. He slowed and looked in to the forest of bare trees, he could see a human figure in amongst the trees. He stopped, opened his trunk and took a flashlight to investigate. He slowly shined the light into the bare woods. What he saw caused him to Scream in such an agony-ridden way that it could drive a man insane. About a hundred or so men and woman, hanging from the bare branches.

Jake knew of Charlie Miller and his stories. He would intise his listeners in such a way that when he would tell the listeners of his most blissful life one could not feel like their time on this world has been nothing but a joke for people like Charlie Miller to laugh at. These people would believe that the only purpose left in their life was to enter the world of the dead.

Jake read the article of the two suicides in Sombre, Evermore was only about an hours drive away. Charlie Miller had moved on. The town of Sombre was about a two hour drive from the city. Jake knew he had to move fast before Sombre becomes Evermore. Jake drove fast as night was quickly approaching. As he neard Sombre he could smell the same smell as in Evermore. Jake believed he was too late. As Jake drove into the town, he couldn’t see a soul in the misty night. The strong wind was blowing a plank of wood along the side of the road with the words general store ingraved into it. The stench of rotting flesh grew as he drove over the railway lines. Still no one in sight. As Jake passed the sawmill he noticed a large flock of crows converging behind the sawmill. Jake opened his trunk, took his flashlight and went down the dirt road. The smell was unbearable now, making him feel more and more nauseous with every step he took. The crows had been flocking to what looked like a small lake. Jake directed his flashlight into the lake. The light reflected back off a childs lifeless eyes, his body floating awkwardly in the water. As he moved his light further around he saw the rest of the towns stone cold bodies floating. He was too late. Charlie Miller had done his deed of story telling in Sombre.