Download or read book The Haunted Hayride To Nowhere written by Drac Von Stoller and published by Drac Von Stoller. This book was released on 2024-09-16 with total page 13 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: The crisp autumn air was filled with the promise of Halloween as Eric, Jared, Emily, and Rhonda pulled into the winding driveway of Whispers in the Wind Farm. The farm, with its towering wind turbines silhouetted against the darkening sky, had a foreboding aura that sent a chill down Emily's spine. As their car crept along the gravel path, the massive blades of the turbines cast long, moving shadows across the landscape, creating an eerie dance of light and dark. The journey to the farm had been filled with laughter and excitement, but as they approached their destination, a palpable tension settled over the group. Eric, the self-proclaimed skeptic of the bunch, tried to maintain his air of nonchalance, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. Jared, usually the joker, had fallen uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes darting nervously between the looming turbines. Emily shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the leather upholstery suddenly feeling cold and clammy against her skin. She had always been the cautious one, the voice of reason that often went unheeded in their adventures. Now, as the car wound its way deeper into the heart of the farm, she couldn't shake the feeling that they had made a terrible mistake. "I don't know about this," Emily murmured, her voice barely audible over the roaring wind. She clutched her arms tightly around herself, her knuckles white with tension. The gauzy material of her hastily chosen ghost costume did little to ward off the chill that seemed to emanate from the very ground beneath them. "Relax, Em," Jared said, patting her arm. "It's just a Halloween thing." His words were meant to be reassuring, but there was an edge to his voice that betrayed his own unease. He glanced out the window, his werewolf mask pushed up on top of his head, revealing a face pale with apprehension. Rhonda, always the life of the party, rummaged through her bag and pulled out a flask. Her witch's hat was askew, and her carefully applied makeup was already starting to smear from the nervous sweat beading on her forehead. "Here," she said, handing it to Emily. "Just take a drink and you'll feel better." She winked, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Emily hesitated, but the others were already passing the flask around, their forced laughter a brittle sound against the howling wind. She took a sip, the burn of cheap whiskey sliding down her throat. The alcohol dulled her senses, but it couldn't entirely quell the growing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. As they approached the parking area, Emily noticed something odd about the other cars. They all seemed to be covered in a fine layer of dust, as if they'd been sitting there for days, maybe even weeks. She blinked, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The vehicles ranged from beat-up old pickup trucks to sleek city cars, but they all shared the same neglected appearance. "Guys," she started to say, but her words were drowned out by a sudden gust of wind that rocked the car. The others didn't seem to notice, too busy laughing and joking as they climbed out of the vehicle. The wind whipped around them, carrying with it the scent of decaying leaves and something else, something Emily couldn't quite identify but that made her stomach churn. Eric fumbled with the keys, dropping them twice before managing to lock the car. "Damn wind," he muttered, zipping up his vampire cape against the chill. "Let's get this over with." They made their way towards the entrance, their feet crunching on gravel and fallen leaves. The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the eerie quiet that had fallen over the farm. Even the wind seemed to have died down, leaving behind a stillness that pressed in on them from all sides. The ticket booth was a dilapidated wooden structure that looked like it might collapse at any moment. A flickering neon sign above it read "Whispers in the Wind Farm-Haunted Hayride." The garish light cast sickly shadows across the ground, creating grotesque shapes that seemed to writhe and twist in Emily's peripheral vision. As they approached, Emily noticed a figure inside the booth. At first, she thought it was a particularly realistic Halloween decoration a mannequin dressed up to look like a corpse. But then the figure moved, and Emily realized with a start that it was a living person.