WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY 10-18-17

The  WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY again are provided by Cindi Summerlin of LETTING WORDS ESCAPE.   You can tell Halloween is coming by the words Cindi provides.  This time they are inspired by the story IT.  She even gave us a photo.    
1. Clown

2. Tunnels
3. Children
4. Nightmares
5. Water
6. Friends

and/or

1. Visions
2. Red
3. Courage
4. Asthma
5. Recurrence
6. Hide

FOOTPRINTS by Granny Annie

I was raised in a very small town. My friends and I would always clown around. We believed we were invincible . We were children after all and it was our duty to explore. Running free in the summer months led us through nearby woods. We even explored a few abandoned tunnels. That was when we were led to an old train car that had been left to rot on the old tracks.

This particular day, that I will never forget, led us to the adventure that nightmares are made of.

Eric was the one who had encouraged us to sneak inside the box car. He may have encouraged us, but he would not take the lead. He insisted I go first through the broken door. I remember the cobwebs that hung like curtains everywhere. We had to brush through them. It gave all of us the creeps. Somewhere water was dripping in slow, even drops.

Susie decided to move forward on her own to explore the drip, drip, drip sound. I told her not to leave the group but she wanted to show us her courage. The minute Susie was out of our sight I felt my asthma begin to flair. Panic set in as we all realized how quickly Susie had disappeared from our view. It was as if the floor of the old caboose had gobbled her up.

We huddled together and moved forward trying to find our friend in this dark and dirty place. Suddenly the cobweb curtains parted and visions of children covered in red droplets charged toward us. Susie was in the mob. Her teeth had turned to sharp canine teeth and were gnashing in horrible clicking sounds.

We ran like lightening searching for a place to hide. It was nightfall before we dared return to our homes. Susie never returned home and we could not bring ourselves to tell of the adventure. To this day if we look above that tunnel that hides the abandoned train car, we all see the recurrence of bloody footprints that rise up and turn into red balloons floating to the sky. It is best never to look.