Continue from last week’s story…
“The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.” Gregory read the sign posted just outside the town limit and looked at Johan. “Shall we go on?” Johan shrugged.
He and Johan were moving inland as Johan grew more and more frightened. He kept waking up at night from these horrifying dreams, at least from Gregory’s interpretation. It’s always about people searching for him, aircraft, submarine, etc. It made Gregory wondered if his dreams were some kind of premonition. Maybe he’s a psychic, he thought.
He drove miles into the town and all he could see were boarded up windows and abandoned buildings. He whistled. “Now, this is a ghost town.” There was no sign of inhabitants. Even tumbleweeds quickly fled across the road. Gregory steered the truck toward an abandoned building. “I think this is good, don’t you think?” Johan gave a thumb up, tired.
As they entered the building, they heard sudden gun cocking. “Johan, exactly the man we’re looking for.”