A Road to Death

I stared into the darkness of the open road. I've heard the rumors, I've heard the tales but I didn't believe them. But then why was I so frightened. I knew that if I walked down that path nothing would happen for it wasn't true. However if all the stories and legends were true I would be entering a one way street to my expiration date. Rumor has it that if someone had the guts to travel this abandoned road they would start to hear foot steps, mysterious laughter, and helpless cries of past victims. There have been several dares that said if you were to walk all the way down to a complete dead end, turn around, and head back somewhere along your journey you'd be murdered. By what though? "Ghosts are fake, pretend, imaginary, it's probably just a savage creature of some sort. Yeah, that's it!" I kept saying to myself even though I still had some doubts. "Why did I ever accept that stupid dare?" I thought. But here I am scared as can be for something that isn't even proved to be real. With a loud gulp I began to walk down a path to fear, a road to death. "So far so good" egging myself on. Which was a lie, I already needed to change my pants. I heard a faint scream. Assuming it was a fox I continued on. "O.K., now I'm scared" I admit. "I heard screams and what sounded like footsteps that was right behind me. Or is this just all in my head? What was that!?" I spin around at the speed of light to find the source of the mysterious laughter. "Now I know it's all in my head." I whisper to myself as if anyone was around to eavesdrop. "Halfway there!" I shout in sweet joy, "But a long way to go.". On the way back I heard the same noises and the same laughter, cries, and footsteps. I began to panic for I started to consider this all being real, not fake. I then dashed down the never-ending depths of the long twisted pathway. When the end of the road became clear I hollered, "FREEDOM!" and sprinted to what would be my ultimate finish line. Just as I took one giant leap to get out of that forsaken place. Something or someone grabbed me mid-air and slammed me against the cold, dirt road. While it was dragging me out towards the unknown I clawed at the ground. Hoping I would catch on the a stick or a rock to defend myself with.but nothing came up. I began to see my own blood soaking down into the dirt from the cuts scrapes of the dagger-like rocks. I managed to see what was dragging me by twisting my neck in an awkward position. The figure I saw was a transparent form of a sickly looking human being. Now I knew it wasn't all in my head for I could tell that this was the end. I still get dragged. That's how all my fellow victims died. We are dragged for what seems like an entirety. Not necessarily us, but out spirits because we eventually reach a point when we die and our souls immediately come out of our cold, dead bodies. But from then on our spirits are dragged. As our screams become fainter and fainter to those who dare choose this path we all know that no one can save us. I always wonder where their taking us. When my body eventually is found and buried properly I shall evaporate and no longer be dragged. However I'm punished to an eternity of greif and regret because my soul is forever stuck in that path. The past victims are there to laugh and follow you. But the newest person to die on that road has to be the next murderer and if we refuse we are damned to hell for that is much worse. But now it's my time to play killer. And would you look at that. Who is he? My next victim perhaps?