posted on May, 4 2016 @ 09:39 PM
1979, White Sands, NM.
STOP!!!!! The girl yelled again.
He wasn't going to turn around. Not this time. This girl had been following Travis for miles now, from the moment he stepped back into the sunlight.
She had hounded him, on his trail no matter his course. As near as he could tell it had been 4 hours and she just kept repeating the same plea.
He and his team had been informed of the cave a week ago. While sitting in a bar in Albuquerque a man had approached, explaing that he knew they
were on the trail of Montezuma's treasure but not how he knew. He informed them of a cave in white sands that Aztec, Mayan and Hopi legends had made
refrence to. The next day they set out. As a Christian Travis thought the only being capable of considering the contents of the cave as treasure was
Lucifer. Travis was the only one to make it out.
STOP!!!! Came the impassioned cry.
Every time Travis turned the girl's appearance changed, he was not going to look back again. So he kept moving ever forward, sun blazing and his
As he rounded a boulder in the side of the mesa he was climbing Travis tripped over a buried rock. As he spit out sand he rolled over to curse the
obstruction and realized it was not a rock but a skull. Scrambling back from the empty eyes a shadow fell over Travis, a figure standing atop the
A scream came from his right, the girl; her hands covering her mouth as she fell to her knees in the sand. She looked to him with tears streaming down
her cheeks and extended her hands in an expectant motion, wanting something from him.
He turned back to the boulder and the figure fell upon him. The last thing he saw was a white hand.
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