At the end of my wits, my mind running on gas station coffee and food. The night sky with the full moon out was beautiful out this far. Summer heat beating down. The work run I was on with delivering my next package being slowly dragged to a halt as I realized my gas tank is almost out, I could go over to the next town but a sign for turning off, "Welcome to Frost Creek Town" caught my eye, I hadn't seen it there before but my mind has a tendency to not notice things like that and besides I'm tired, it's nothing but a short detour.
As soon the car made it's way down that path towards Frost Creek, every part of my person wanted to flee but I couldn't shake this cold ensnaring feeling that tighten within the core of my person. The tip of my finger tips getting cold, the heater blasted at full heat. I know it's odd to have an AC unit in a delivery truck but this is a small mom and pop delivery company not a corporation one. As I make my way down the road my arms get goose bumps, my nose starts to run and yet outside doesn't look any colder, no frost on the grass, nothing; just as if the weather was summer time.
The further into the town I got, the less signs of life that were around, no one; just empty cars, no people, come to think of it; I hadn't seen any animals as well. For me, luckily the gas station wasn't too far from me and sure enough when I got out; the cold feeling hadn't gone away, my clothes warm to the touch but my skin freezing as if I was sitting in a walk in freezer bare naked. It's an odd feeling to describe but that's the best way to describe it.
As I'm trying to pump gas only to find that the pump is broken; I swear under my breath. Just standing there, trying to think what to do the cold beats down me and has my limbs having difficulty moving. As I try to get moving I get this sudden urge to strip down off my clothes and just lose the will to move forward. That flashing lights coming towards me and as they do so; everything becomes a blur with everything just being a memory of cold and darkness. That I'm found by the side of a road by a man in a truck, finding me naked in a ditch. My mind running wild, maniac as I try to remember what happen only to get this sinking feeling that digging into my memories will lead me to dread.
The spot I was at before turning in to see no sign for said town. The man let's me into his truck, though I hadn't notice the lady friend with him until it was too late. Every part of me wanted to break down and cry but I couldn't tell why, I know it wasn't because of the cold. When I a woke I felt as if I was drugged. My thoughts ruminate on the events only to be snapped back to the present as I hear the radio, "Robert Fisher gone missing on a delivery run ten years ago." My body goes cold.
The driver looks up to ask in a questioning tone, "what's wrong?"
I respond, "I'm Robert Fisher." The wide eye look on his face tells me everything I need to know. We swing by a store to get some clothes, I put them on; offer to pay when I get the chance but they decline. From there I head into the mom and pop shop to see my employers; the two looking worse for wear with the two hugging me and asking a million questions. Some I can answer and many that I don't want to remember the answer too.
Please don't be a fool like me; if you don't recognize a road, a path or anything; don't head down it. Especially Frost Creek City.
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