Short Story: Strange things happen in small towns in Oregon

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Short Story: Strange things happen in small towns in Oregon

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It all started the first night that we arrived, with great anticipation for the week ahead of us. It was me, Amanda, Josie, and Lucy. We had road-tripped up the coast of California until we got to our final destination of a small Oregon town. I knew it was going to be relatively remote and empty, but nothing could have prepared me for the eerie feeling that immediately fell over us when we reached the house we were supposed to be staying in. 

“Well, I’m pretty worn out from that car ride, I think I’m gonna head to bed,” said Lucy, with a yawn. 

We all muttered in agreement and bid our farewells for the night. Now, this is when it starts to get spooky. We all went to bed at the same time. Strangely enough, we all woke up at the exact same time, too. We were awoken by something most peculiar. It goes like this:

We were in the car on the way up, everything seemed the same at first. Amanda was in the driver’s seat, just as she really had been, except she didn’t really seem …. there.

“Amanda, keep right, after this turn we have to get off.”

There was no response.

“Amanda?”

Still no response.

“AMANDA!”

And the car swerved off the road, and in one big flash of light, we all woke up.

Each night that we stayed there, the dream never failed to find its way back inside of every single one of our heads. And it was always the same exact dream, except for one seemingly minor change on the last night.

The dream usually started off with us leaving San Diego, but on this last night, the dream started off with us leaving the same small Oregon town we had been staying in.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to get out of here. I don’t like the energy in this place.”

The other girls felt the same way as I did. So we packed our things and got in the car, and started the long journey home.

We had been going for a few hours, with Amanda in the driver’s seat, just as always, except she didn’t really seem …. there

“Amanda, the exit is in two miles, make sure you keep your eye out for it.”

There was no response.

“Amanda?”

Still no response.

“AMANDA!”

And the car swerved off the road, and there’s one big flash of light, except this time, we never wake up. 

 

The End.