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19 January 2013 @ 03:46 pm
Original Fiction: "Black Oak Road"  
Title: Black Oak Road
Original Fiction
Author: HalfshellVenus
Rating: PG
Summary: There are places you don't drive after dark.
Author's Notes: A writerverse entry for the prompt, "This is your fault."


There are places around here you don't drive after dark. If you've got no choice, then the next-best thing is to remember exactly where you shouldn't stop.

Black Oak Road is one of the oldest of those places. It's twisty and full of dark shadows, but it isn't the terrain that makes it dangerous.

People disappear along Black Oak Road.

Oh, it's possible they've just run away, and their friends and families are embarrassed about it. But the missing people never come back, not even after decades. They might leave cars along that road, or something as small as a handkerchief. Sometimes, there are traces of blood. But the people themselves are never seen again.

Nancy and I both know better, and yet we find ourselves here one Saturday night in November. Nancy suddenly remembered that she'd promised to check on a sick friend two towns over, and was already past eight o'clock. We drove off, taking the shortest possible route over to her friend's house. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here on a bet.

I can't remember the last time I saw Black Oak Road at night. I can hardly make out the edges in some spots—the fields and bushes are blacker than molasses in a barrel. Every so often, the moon casts its muted light onto a clearing, making the grass turn bluish-silver and the rocks and boulders glow with an eerie white light. But as we round the corner of a hill, the gloom is broken by a set of headlights angling off toward the sky. I slow down to get a better sense of what we're seeing, though I know where we are. Greenridge Road ends right here, almost at the base of one of the oldest trees around.

"Did someone have an accident?" Nancy whispers.

"Looks like," I agree.

Nancy peers anxiously out the window, probably trying to make out anything between the darkness and the glare. "We should stop and help," she says.

I feel a jolt of adrenaline surge up behind my heart. "You know we can't," I say. "Not here."

"But someone could be in trouble!"

I look at her. "If they're here, it's too late for them anyway."

Nancy opens the door. "I'm not going to just sit here while somebody in that car dies from a heart attack or bleeds to death." She gets out and starts walking toward the tree.

"Nancy!" I say. God damnit, has she lost her mind? I pull the car off onto the shoulder and get out. "Nancy, come back!"

I can hear her calling out, "Hello, is anybody there? Are you hurt?" I stumble after her, tripping as I cross the ditch. When I look up again, she's gone.


I move faster, searching the shadows up ahead as I go. I can barely separate out the patterns of tree trunk and bushes and car, and I still don’t see Nancy or anyone else. As I approach the car, I find myself slowing down. "Nancy?" I whisper, "Are you all right?"

There is nothing but silence.

I circle the car carefully. Why did Nancy have to drag us into this? On any other road, at any other time, I'd do the Good Samaritan thing too. But along this godforsaken road, the choices will always be different. I honestly thought she knew that.

"Nancy!" I hiss. There's no sign of her, and I can't see anyone inside the car. Where on earth is the driver?

I suddenly notice how quiet it is— no birds, no mosquitoes, not even a single cricket—and my skin prickles under my shirt. I creep around to the far side of the car as silently as I can, stopping as a strange odor confronts me. It's faint at first, then stronger, and I struggle to identify it, until I realize what it is.

It smells like mold and dirt.

Oh God, Nancy! I round the car and come to a sudden halt. Someone is there.

"Have you—" I begin, and then I get a good look at what's really there in front of me.

It is wearing a white dress, and its shape and long black hair say it might once have been a woman. Its face breaks into a fang-spiked grin and it lunges toward me.

"Nooo!" I yell.

The smell of rot fills my nose as the thing takes hold of me, and I try to fight it off but it is stronger—so much stronger and more capable than me. There is a flash of light, and the car disappears.

Then the two of us are left in darkness as I feel myself being slowly dragged underground…

----- fin -----

happy is as happy does: Dean Winchester is fictional. - SPNhappywriter06 on January 20th, 2013 01:12 am (UTC)
Then cut to Sam and Dean driving.

I like this. What was she going to say?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Bookshalfshellvenus on January 20th, 2013 05:32 am (UTC)
:D I actually thought of the narrator as male. He was going to ask if the "thing" had seen Nancy, but then realized that... he was turning to the wrong place for help. :O

thanks for reading!
cindytsuki_no_bara on January 20th, 2013 02:01 am (UTC)
it's a woman in white! heh. and actually until nancy disappears this story reminded me of the spn episode roadkill, with the ghost woman who didn't know she was dead, who'd driven off the road to avoid hitting someone on a stretch of road that saw a lot of accidents (on account of ghost). but then nancy disappears and the narrator notices how quiet everything is, and this was totally its own thing. it's kind of a traditional ghost story, but i like that it's in first person, which seems a little different.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 24th, 2013 10:05 pm (UTC)
It's an awful feeling to discover that all of those stories were real, and exactly why all of those people let themselves be taken before. *shudder*

Ghoul-type things-- ack. They're just so creepy!
passing_through: brians_weed_readpassing_through on January 20th, 2013 03:51 am (UTC)
Very creepy. The thought of being dragged underground terrifies me.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on January 24th, 2013 10:06 pm (UTC)
The thought of being dragged underground terrifies me.
Me too-- I feel suffocated just thinking about it.

And wherever the narrator is going, the outcome will not be good. :O

Thanks for reading and commenting!