Ch -8-
There was a huge sewers entrance that seemed like a hell whole. Fear kept us from moving. Literally. We kept staring at it for a couple minutes till we heard a click sound. Joe and I turned to our right to see Clair taking photos of the place.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She didn't say anything and kept taking photos. Right after she was done she turned to us and said "This isn't the first time that I've been here, nor is it the first time this has happened to me. I kept taking photos of the places I've been just incase it meant something. Maybe you guys should too."
Both Joey and I were confused as to what this meant but we did as Clair ordered us to do. We explored the place a little more, but we didn't even consider entering the sewers. Over a small hill we all passed, we saw our bikes right there laying on the ground all rugged and thrown on top of one another.
We rushed to them only to read a sign saying "Welcome to Areohead". This town is right next to ours. It's a 2 hour ride from our school to here though. I took put my phone to check the date. It was the 9th of December. We were missing for 6 days. Our phones were flooded with missed calls and texts.
One of these texts was from an anonymous number. "Don't worry you're almost there."
I showed it to Joe and Clair. They both got the same exact text. But the numbers of the messengers were different.
