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Visions from Hell

Chapter three

"A miner?"

"That's what he looked like to me."

"So then this legend could be true. Could you tell if it was a spirit or something else?"

"Well…." Sam again pinched the bridge of his nose as another pain flashed through his head. "It looked like it was something in-between. It wasn't really a spirit….but it wasn't a man either."

"Maybe he's in limbo, maybe he's holding onto his body….Well, rock salt and holy water should take care of him."

Just then the clerk walked out of the store.

"Is he okay?" He asked looking at Sam.

"Yeah, he's fine; my brother's prone to bad headaches."

"Must be pretty painful from the way it looked."

"Yeah they are." Dean patted Sam on the back. "But he'll be okay." He squeezed Sam's shoulder then looked at the clerk. "Would you happen to have a map of the canyon for sale?"

"Yeah, just a minute." The clerk went into the store and returned a few minutes later and handed a map to Dean.

"Do you know where the mine shaft is, the one where Watkins was found?"

"Yeah, but I really don't think you boys should go there. It's dangerous; half of its caved in, the other half could come down at any time. They have no trespassing signs all over the place."

"Don't worry we're not going to go in; we just want to take pictures of it from the outside. I just want to show the family back home some pictures when I tell them the story you told us."

"Well…." The clerk looked at the map and put a red X on the location of the mine. "It's about a three day trip down river to reach it. You'll come to a big bend in the river and it's on the left side. You can't miss it; you'll see the no trespassing signs from the river."

"Thanks a lot…." Dean smiled at the clerk. "We'd also like to rent two canoes."

"Sure thing. You pay for them here then I'll call ahead and have them ready for you when you reach the river."

"Thanks."

The man looked back and forth between them.

"You boys be careful out there, that river and canyon ain't nothing to take lightly. There are a lot of dangers out there….wild animals, snakes, and the river itself has a lot of bad rapids. Your best bet is to walk the canoes around them. If you lose the canoes, it's a long walk back."

"We'll be fine, we've done this before. Could we have someone meet us somewhere down river and then drive us back to our car in about a week?"

The man leaned over the map and pointed to a spot.

"I can have someone pick you up there. It should take you about five days to get there. You have a cell phone?" When Dean nodded the man continued. "Okay I'll give you my number, just give me a call when you get there and I'll have someone pick you up. But don't try calling till you get to the pick up point, with all those cliffs cell phones don't work in the canyon."

"Thanks, we'd appreciate it." Dean put his hand out and shook the man's hand then followed him back inside to pay for the services.

Later

They drove down the road to the river and got the two canoes, packed their equipment into each of them, then headed out into the river paddling side by side.

Sam smiled as he looked at the beauty of the area.

"Just look around you…" He said to Dean. "This is beautiful…look at those rock formations."
"Don't let the beauty lull you into a sense of peacefulness, something out here is killing these people."

"I know…but.nothing says we can't enjoy the trip."

Dean smiled to himself as he watched his brother's face as he looked around the area. It was true it was beautiful, but Dean knew beauty could hide horror, he had seen it many times before. But still it made him feel good to see his brother enjoying himself; he hadn't seen that look of contentment on his brother's face in a long time. He himself though would much rather be in a smoky bar making a move on some girl then out here in all this nature.

"So what do you think we're dealing with?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. I never heard of a spirit eating human flesh."

"Do you think it could be another wendigo?"

"Could be but…in my vision it looked more human then creature but….I don't know…I only got a glimpse of it."

"Maybe he hasn't turned into a full wendigo yet, maybe he's still part human."

"But why eight deaths in the last two weeks? That's pretty many even for a wendigo. They usually spread out their killings over months, not weeks."

"Maybe he was hibernating….maybe he just woke up and was hungry."

TBC