Friday, December 13, 2013

Chasing Shadows

            “Please,” begged a mother of four sons. They were off to a secluded land where native legend says a hidden realm awaits adventure. Being a team of paranormal investigators, the brothers were anxious to chase the shadows in the night. She watched helplessly as her sons packed their things and left. “Please.” She begged one last time, squeezing the oldest son’s hand as he stood by her front door. She couldn’t let him go. Deep in her heart she knew she would never see them again.
            “Ma, we’ll return.” The oldest reassured her worried heart as he kissed her aging forehead. They stepped out into the world and disappeared off into the horizon. Excitement raced in their hearts. Close friends advised them not to go, their only parent begged them to stay; but the brothers were determined. All their lives they’ve been devoted in finding answers to the unknown. Their hard work, the sleepless nights and countless fights, had lead them to an opportunity of a lifetime.
            During a filming of their quest, the brothers stumbled upon an old tribe in the jungle. The brothers came to find the natives possessed a secret of an entrance to another world. At last, they had struck gold. In time they gained the natives trust and knowledge of the secret paths. The unknown trails that lead to other foreign worlds, lands no man has ever seen, now stood in their possession.
            “We dare not step in the devils playground.” The chief of the tribe warned them. “Our ancestors believed the jungle is home to the unknown.” He continued. “People of the outside world know not the truth behind its mystery and power. Heed my warning foreigners; if you dare knock at devil’s door, we shall see you no more.” Blinded by their determination, the brothers disappeared into the jungle; not aware of the dangers they were about to encounter.
Steady through the jungle the brothers went. As the sun began to set, they made camp by the river. The jungle came alive with creatures of the dark. The cold night air consumed them. The brothers huddled in their tent for warmth. They pondered over their loving mother when suddenly, off in the distance came the sound of faint footsteps. The oldest took a flashlight and stepped out into the darkness.
The footsteps became louder. The rest joined their brother as he stood aiming the light into the endless night. The brothers listened closely. The footsteps, it seemed, were coming from a short distance. The oldest called to whoever was lurking. They weren’t sure if they had gotten an answer. “Should we check it out?” One suggested. Each looked at one another noticing fear in their eyes, but curiosity tugged at their heart strings. With their cameras out and ready, the brothers began to follow the footsteps; ignoring the little voices in the back of their heads.
They disappeared deep in the night and further into the unknown. The light in their hands guided them through the unknown paths as they followed the echoes. Alert the brothers listened, observed and questioned. Then, the footsteps came to an end. They stood motionless, wondering where they had gone. “Let’s head back,” the oldest whispered faintly, holding back the fear in his tone. Slowly, they turned to face the darkness and the creatures it brought. The brothers retraced their steps, or so they thought.
Up ahead, an unknown light beamed red. They came to an immediate stop as a faint call echoed around. The brothers dared not make a sound. More lights appeared in the darkness. The brothers then heard footsteps approaching them. With fear creeping behind, they walked away from the lights that came their way. Blindly in the dark, the brothers chanted a prayer not aware they had already walked through the doorway, chasing shadows in an endless loop in a world where the sun never rose.

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