Following the Hearse Across State
By francis
Following the Hearse Across State
Author: francis@mycreativitybox.com
Rain hammered the windshield, each drop a tiny explosion of distorted light as Jack followed the hearse across the state line. Virginia bled into North Carolina, the somber procession a black snake winding through the grey hills. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, the rhythmic thump of the wipers a morbid metronome. He glanced at the passenger seat, the manila envelope heavy with unanswered questions. Sheriff Brody's words echoed in his head: "Don't go stirring things up, Jack." But he had to. His sister deserved more than a closed case and a hastily arranged funeral. The hearse slowed, signaling a turn onto a narrow, gravel road barely visible through the downpour. Jack followed, the tires of his rental car spitting gravel. This was it – the final stop. He steeled himself, a knot forming in his stomach. He had to be strong, for Sarah.
The hearse lumbered down the gravel road, each stone pinging against the undercarriage like a mournful chime. Jack kept a respectful distance, the rain blurring the taillights ahead. He noticed something then, a break in the dense treeline to the right. A faint, overgrown trail, barely discernible, snaked away from the road. Following its path, his eyes landed on it: an abandoned farmhouse, its silhouette stark against the stormy sky. The windows were dark, like empty sockets staring out at the world. A shiver traced its way down Jack’s spine. Something about that place felt wrong, a silent scream trapped within its decaying walls.
Story Content
Rain hammered the windshield, each drop a tiny explosion of distorted light as Jack followed the hearse across the state line. Virginia bled into North Carolina, the somber procession a black snake winding through the grey hills. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, the rhythmic thump of the wipers a morbid metronome. He glanced at the passenger seat, the manila envelope heavy with unanswered questions. Sheriff Brody's words echoed in his head: "Don't go stirring things up, Jack." But he had to. His sister deserved more than a closed case and a hastily arranged funeral. The hearse slowed, signaling a turn onto a narrow, gravel road barely visible through the downpour. Jack followed, the tires of his rental car spitting gravel. This was it – the final stop. He steeled himself, a knot forming in his stomach. He had to be strong, for Sarah.
The hearse lumbered down the gravel road, each stone pinging against the undercarriage like a mournful chime. Jack kept a respectful distance, the rain blurring the taillights ahead. He noticed something then, a break in the dense treeline to the right. A faint, overgrown trail, barely discernible, snaked away from the road. Following its path, his eyes landed on it: an abandoned farmhouse, its silhouette stark against the stormy sky. The windows were dark, like empty sockets staring out at the world. A shiver traced its way down Jack’s spine. Something about that place felt wrong, a silent scream trapped within its decaying walls.
Synopsis
In a relentless downpour, Jack pursues a hearse across state lines, driven by unanswered questions about his sister's death. Defying Sheriff Brody's warnings, he ventures into North Carolina's murky depths. With a manila envelope of secrets, Jack faces danger and deception, determined to uncover the truth and honor Sarah.
