So, I called Abi's mother and told her that I was going to take Abi out shopping (because she would freak out if she found out somebody was molesting her future son in law's grave), and she immediately tells me that she has until 12 to get home. "WOW! since when does 18 year old get a curfew?" I ask Abi in a teasing matter, she shrugs and says "She has been a little over protective the past month." Abi and I walk over to where the tracks start, and follow them in the woods, for about three minutes until reach a pond filled with ducks. We walk halfway around the pond and realize that the trail was leading us to an old, rusty, and completely open warehouse. Once we reach the warehouse, we notice a piece of paper held under with a rock. Abi grabs the note, and reads:
"If you are reading this, you probably know Joshua C. I know something about his death that nobody else knows. If you want to know keep following my tracks.
-'U'."
"Weird! first a 'M' and now a 'U'. I think he is trying to spell something." I suggested. "Well, there is only one way to find out, follow his tracks, and wait to see if we find another note." she replies.
YOU ARE READING
The Trail
Short StoryYou are about to read a suspense filled short story about a girl named Abigail (Abi for short), and her dead boyfriend. Abi's boy friend, Joshua died about a month ago, but while visiting his grave, she spots something suspicious, with the help of...
