Epilogue
Martin went to the Hanniger Mines to see if he could find out what was going on up there that was so bad. With his gun drawn and moving slowly, Martin made his way to a clearing not too far from the mines. He knew that it was a popular place for campers and for miners to eat lunch. Well, it use to be. That was a long time ago.
As Martin moved along, he saw the charred remains of a body, the bones turned midnight black and what looked like the burnt remains of a pick axe on top of it. He knelt down to examine the area. He knew this was where Harry Warden was buried. They had all went out there to learn the truth about the killings. And if Harry Warden wasn't dead then, he was dead now. Martin stood and looked around. There had been someone here, because there was mass amounts of blood on the ground. As he approached it, he heard something behind him. He didn't turn around quickly enough and was hit in the head by something. He went down, blood pouring from his head. He turned onto his back and looked up at his attacker.
"No." He whispered. "You're dead."
"Guess again Marty." The attacker replied. He lifted a pick axe over his head and brought it down, burying it in Martin's chest. Martin screamed in pain as it was lifted from his chest and placed there again. Martin stopped screaming and laid there, his eyes open in a sightless look. Blood covered most of his body and if he was still breathing, he would be in more pain than he had ever felt before or would ever feel again. "And it shall begin again." His attacker laughed as his eyes changed color and his disappeared as quick as he appeared.
.: THE END :.
This story was fun to write! I really enjoyed doing it! I hope that everyone else enjoyed it! How about one last review for the road?