(Disclaimer: this is a Little Hope Fan fiction, this is all for fun! All rights reserved. Original credit goes to Dark Pictures Anthology. The story is a bit different but has similarities just to mix things up. You can make choices that affect the story.)
“Andrew!” Everyone yelled in unison as I yelped when I dropped the phone.
“Are you okay?” Daniel and Taylor quickly came up to me, then Angela and John.
“What happened? Did you get ahold of anyone?” John asked.
“You look pale.” Angela said, acting concerned.
“I got a hold of someone. A male voice answered the phone, but it wasn’t quite clear. I was able to tell us where we were and what happened, where we were, it was just hard to make out everything he said. Then he cut out and another voice joined the line.”
“Another voice? What do you mean another voice?” Angela was pressing for more answers.
“It sounded like mine, but deeper, and it had an accent to it. It thought I was the Devil’s work and that it wouldn’t ‘succumb’ to it.” I said using my fingers as quotation marks.
“I wouldn’t doubt that you heard something strange like that young man.” Vince chimed in, looking at everyone from the barstools. “Little Hope itself is cursed. Now I suggest you get out of here, before things get worse.”
“Why are you still here then? Why is it that you can’t hear or see those things, but you know of them?” I was scared, but I was so desperate for answers. I needed to know what was going on with this town!
“Well, there’s nothing left for me to fight for. I stick to my roots, they can’t hurt me like how they can hurt you.” Vince got up from the barstool, put his beaten up green coat on, and started to head towards the door. We followed him out into the street to where he parked his bike. We couldn’t just let him leave so soon with this conundrum on our hands. It weighs heavy on our minds like how the fog does in the streets.
“It really was nice meeting all of you kind folks, but this town has taken the lives of too many people. There’s not too many people left here in Little Hope. Now I suggest you pull your bootstraps up and get the hell out of here.”
“But the fog, it won’t let us leave!” Taylor yelled at the man who got onto his old blue bike.
“There is a trail that is just up the road from here. It will take you up the River through an old hiking trail. You’re going to pass by a bridge that is by the old Little Hope Middle School and an old Bridge. Do not cross it! Stay on the road. You will eventually find the diner up the road. They have a working phone. I wish you the best of luck.” Vince peddled off into the fog.
“There’s something that seems off about him.” Daniel said.
“What does he mean about our roots not being easy for us?” Taylor said as she shrugged in confusion.
“We can’t stay here anymore. I say we head towards the bus!” Taylor said.
“You’re joking right? Splitting up is not something we should do at all. Haven’t you guys watched horror movies?” John said assertively.
“Yeah, they’re dumb and they don’t make sense which is why I want to go back. Besides, there’s stuff back there that I want to get that might be useful.”
“Like what? I want to know what thing of yours you want to get is so important.” Angela said in a skeptical tone.
“When are you going to get off my back? There’s nothing wrong with going back and getting-“
“Your other phone? Makeup? A charger? Those things don’t matter to us right now! What does matter is staying close to town so when help arrives we can be here to get it.” Angela was really starting to push Taylor’s buttons.
“I was going to say possibly another flashlight, a first aid kit, and yes maybe my personal belongings!” Taylor yelled.
“Lay off Taylor. It’s been a rough night for everyone.” Daniel blurted out.
“Ah I see you have your boyfriend sticking up for you too?” Angela said with a mischievous smile.
“Will you stay out of our business!?” Taylor exclaimed. “God.” She whispered to herself as she put her hand to her face.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s been a rough night. I just can’t wait to get out of here.” Angela sighed.
“It’s our teacher’s fault for getting us into this mess!” Taylor pointed at John.
“I didn’t know we were going to get into this crash in the first place. You can’t just blame it all on me.” John said in disbelief.
“We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this stupid little field trip.”
“Watch your tone. I had no control over what happened tonight.”
“I don’t want to be stuck here with you, maybe you should get lost in the fog!” Taylor yelled.
“I wish I could, but apparently this fog decides if we can or can’t leave!” John exclaimed.
“Can you please stop fighting, this isn’t helping with anything.” I started to feel annoyed.
“If anyone thinks they can do a better job, step right up!”
“This can’t be real, I mean what the fuck.” Daniel blurted out.
The chatter and fighting got louder and louder. It drowned out my own thoughts, I had to stop this.
To be continued…
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