The Spirit of Darkwater Falls PDF Download

Author: Drac Von Stoller
Publisher: Drac Von Stoller
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 16

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The summer sun beat down mercilessly on the four teenage boys as they hiked up the winding trail to Darkwater Falls. Sam led the way, his confident stride setting the pace for the others. Jason and Mike followed close behind, exchanging excited whispers about their plans for the day. Bobby brought up the rear, his steps becoming more hesitant with each passing minute. As they neared the top of the falls, the roar of cascading water grew louder, drowning out the forest sounds around them. The air became cooler and misty, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat they'd left behind. "We're almost there!" Sam called back to the others, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Bobby's stomach churned with anxiety. He'd been dreading this moment ever since the others had proposed their daring plan to jump from the top of the falls. Now, as they approached their destination, his fear threatened to overwhelm him. "Guys," Bobby said, his voice barely audible over the thundering water, "I don't think I can do this. I... I can't swim." The other three boys stopped in their tracks, turning to face their friend with looks of disbelief and amusement. "You can't be serious," Jason scoffed. "We've been planning this for weeks!" Mike chimed in, "Don't be such a baby, Bobby. It's just a little water." Sam approached Bobby, slinging an arm around his shoulders in a gesture that seemed friendly but held an undercurrent of mockery. "Listen, buddy, there's nothing to be afraid of. We'll be right there with you. If anything happens, we'll save you. Promise." Bobby looked from one face to another, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion. He found none. These boys, whom he'd thought were his friends, now seemed like strangers – cold and uncaring. "I really don't think—" Bobby began, but Mike cut him off. “Enough of this. We came here to jump, and that's what we're going to do." He exchanged a meaningful look with Sam and Jason. "Here, we'll help you." Before Bobby could protest further, he felt hands on his back, shoving him forward. Time seemed to slow as he teetered on the edge of the falls, his arms windmilling desperately as he tried to regain his balance. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with Sam, silently pleading for help. But Sam's expression remained impassive, almost cruel. Then Bobby was falling. The world spun around him as he plummeted towards the dark water below. He caught a glimpse of his so-called friends laughing at the top of the falls, their faces distorted by the mist and his own terror. Bobby had just enough time to think, "They never intended to jump," before he hit the water. The impact was devastating. Bobby's head struck a submerged rock, and consciousness fled in an explosion of pain and darkness. His body sank beneath the churning surface, carried by the current to the depths of the falls' basin. Above, Sam, Jason, and Mike stared down at the spot where Bobby had disappeared. Their laughter died away, replaced by a growing sense of horror as the seconds ticked by and Bobby didn't resurface. "He's... he's just messing with us, right?" Jason asked, his voice trembling. Sam shook his head slowly, his face pale. "I don't think so." The reality of what they'd done began to sink in. They'd killed Bobby – the boy they'd tormented for years, the one they'd never truly considered a friend. And now, they were bound together by this terrible secret. Mike was the first to break the shocked silence. "We can't tell anyone what really happened. They'll think we murdered him." "But we did," Jason whispered. Sam's expression hardened. "No. It was an accident. That's our story, and we're sticking to it. Bobby slipped and fell. We tried to save him but couldn't. Got it?" The other two nodded numbly, sealing their pact of silence. As they hurried down the trail to raise the alarm, none of them noticed the strange ripple that passed across the surface of the dark water below – or the ghostly whisper that seemed to echo in the mist: "I'll make you pay..." The years that followed Bobby's death were hard on the three boys. Though they'd managed to convince everyone that Bobby's fall had been a tragic accident, the weight of their guilt took its toll. They drifted apart, each dealing with the aftermath in their own way. Sam threw himself into his studies, determined to leave their small town and its painful memories behind. Jason turned to alcohol, trying to drown out the nightmares that plagued him. Mike became withdrawn and paranoid, jumping at shadows and avoiding the outdoors altogether. It was five years before they saw each other again, brought together by a chance encounter at the local grocery store. The awkward silence that fell over them was broken by Sam's forced cheerfulness. "Hey guys, it's been a while. How about we grab a drink and catch up?" Jason readily agreed, already itching for his next fix. Mike hesitated but eventually nodded, unable to come up with a believable excuse. They found themselves at The Rusty Nail, a dingy bar on the outskirts of town. As they nursed their drinks, the conversation inevitably turned to that fateful day at Darkwater Falls. "Do you ever think about him?" Jason asked, his words slightly slurred. Mike flinched, glancing nervously around the bar. "Keep your voice down! Someone might hear." Sam leaned in, his expression serious. "Look, we all agreed never to talk about this again. It was an accident, remember? We need to move on." "Move on?" Mike hissed. "How can we move on when I see his face every time I close my eyes? When I hear his voice in the wind?" Jason nodded vigorously. "I know what you mean. Sometimes, when I'm near water, I swear I can hear him calling for help." Sam slammed his glass down on the table, startling his companions. "Enough! It's all in your heads. Bobby's gone, and no amount of guilt or superstition is going to bring him back. We need to let it go."