We parked under the Cayeron State Park billboard and watched as the neon lights flickered eight times. We went there every night to count the flickers and matching them to each section of the partially decoded message left behind by the town founders.
They were warning us about something, a warning we took so deeply that instead of using a small campfire by the cracks in the parched ground and counting the flare-ups caused by the leaking natural gas, we made it safer and quicker. We made it modern and prayed it would work just as well.
We usually waited in the car while counting. Last time someone climbed the billboard to sit on the platform they got trapped by a pack of somethings shaped like coyotes. About twelve of them surrounded the base while three climbed the ladder.
In his final moments he texted the number to everyone on his phone before leaping to his death. It might not seem the bravest thing to do but it was the least painful option.Whatever those creatures are, they're anything but coyotes and they're awfully fond of a slow death.
They crowd around the car, all staring at us with eyes that don't quite sit right and teeth that change shape every time you blink. Sometimes I wonder if this is what the founder were trying to warm us about, I wonder if they hoped the fire would go out and we'd all panic and leave this damned place.
Doesn't matter much to us now, not that we'e almost cracked their code.
They were warning us about something, a warning we took so deeply that instead of using a small campfire by the cracks in the parched ground and counting the flare-ups caused by the leaking natural gas, we made it safer and quicker. We made it modern and prayed it would work just as well.
We usually waited in the car while counting. Last time someone climbed the billboard to sit on the platform they got trapped by a pack of somethings shaped like coyotes. About twelve of them surrounded the base while three climbed the ladder.
In his final moments he texted the number to everyone on his phone before leaping to his death. It might not seem the bravest thing to do but it was the least painful option.Whatever those creatures are, they're anything but coyotes and they're awfully fond of a slow death.
They crowd around the car, all staring at us with eyes that don't quite sit right and teeth that change shape every time you blink. Sometimes I wonder if this is what the founder were trying to warm us about, I wonder if they hoped the fire would go out and we'd all panic and leave this damned place.
Doesn't matter much to us now, not that we'e almost cracked their code.
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