Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 6)

One of the benefits of living out here is that it tends to be quiet. It’s very relaxing and has been a nice contrast from what I’ve grown accustomed to for most of my life. What wasn’t relaxing is what we found after leaving the trailer.

“Alright, so far, so good,” I said, surveying the area. “Huh, other than it being night this place doesn’t look any different from before.”

“For now but that could change soon,” Carl told me. “If Zippy’s here, we can at least try finding her.”

Unlike the previous times, shaking Zippy’s bag of treats and squeaking her toys did produce results. However, they weren’t exactly what we were hoping for. From out of the shadows, appeared families whose skin were deathly pale under the moonlight.

“Oh shit, ghosts,” I yelled. “Get back in the trailer.”

We were about to when one of them spoke up.

“Wait,” a man said. “We’re not ghosts and we don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, and why should we trust you?” Carl asked him.

“What choice do you have? Just at least hear us out, okay?”

Not really seeing the harm in it, we chose to listen to what they had to say. The man explained to us that one day everything was normal. Then there was a bright magenta…