posted on Jun, 30 2017 @ 09:56 AM
The man who was later missing for over a decade, screamed out loud as the thing stabbed him over and over again. The sheer terror he went through in
the last forty minutes finally took its toll as his heart stopped suddenly, his body broken and cut, bleeding heavily from several wounds. The very
last image he saw was the giant black screen with the large, white two digits number in the middle. Then everything went dark, and just like that, he
was gone from existence forever.
Jesse opened his eyes and looked around. The place still had a new home feeling even though it was his for three months now. He and his wife Anna
purchased it together, found it about a month before buying it, as they run through houses for sale in St Johns County. They decided to buy it for
many reasons. They wanted to move to Florida but to a part where they get the benefit of the great weather, yet away from the massive tourism what
came hand to hand with places like Miami, Orlando, or even the triangle of St Petersburg-Clearwater-Tampa area. Also a huge reason was their love for
history. They visited St Augustine for many times and fell in love with the oldest city in the US, the calmness, the Castillo de San Marcos, a
17th-century Spanish stone fortress with views of the St. Augustine Inlet. They spent many hours in the Anastasia State Park and just knew this is
where they wanted to live for the rest of their life.
They bought the house in Ponte Vedra Beach, only forty minutes of an easy drive on A1A to St Augustine. The best drive they ever had as the scenario
was beautiful. On one side of the two lane road was the coast, the sandy beach about 20 meters away, on the other side wild vegetation grew, almost
jungle like, giving the feeling of driving in the wild untouched by civilization. And as a bonus, the cost of their new home was really low, almost
suspiciously low for a house in tip top condition, ready to move in.
Maybe even too good to be true they thought, but could not find any issues with it, so they took the deal. The only thing they could think of for the
cheap price was the alarming amount of missing persons in St Johns County over the past forty years. They discovered this on the internet when
researched the history of the house. Apparently there were dozens of people of all background, gender and age, many kids among them as well since the
70’s. None of these missing person cases were ever solved so the list just grew every year with no answers available. These people just seemed to
disappear without a trace from one moment to the other.
Knowing this but not really concerned, they moved in and enjoyed it to the fullest until life decided to intervene. Two weeks after they received the
keys, Anna had passed away in a car accident on I 95, crashing head on into a truck that lost control on the road going through the cordon into her
lane. She didn’t stand a chance and died immediately. Jesse was devastated. To this day he didn’t know how he survived the past few months. Their
dream became his trap, and even though he still loved where he lived now, she left an empty space in his life. He coped with the situation as much as
he could, and as a hobby he picked up fishing and surfing to take his mind off of his loss.
He was going to do some of that today, as he recently discovered a little gem, a small beach halfway to St Augustine. He found that beach, when he was
driving on A1A to south. He passed a small right turn many times before but on that day he decided to check it out. It led to a hidden parking lot,
space for about sixty cars, yet empty, invisible from the road. He parked his car walked out of the parking lot, crossed the road and climbed up to a
wooden little bridge on the other side that led him straight to the white sand. A small but perfectly empty part of the beach, surrounded by high
vegetation, completely cut off from civilization. The only way to that section, was on the bridge behind him, or by water front of him. Since the
death of Anna, he went there several times enjoying the privacy, often thinking how come he never met anyone there.
This morning wasn’t any different, virtually no traffic on the road, and he got to the empty parking lot within thirty minutes. As he turned in to
park he noticed a building on the very end of the lot. A building he never saw before. Rolling closer he saw it was a small Cinema maybe fits one
showing room, all empty but open. This was weird. He couldn’t remember ever seeing it, and he was sure it was impossible to miss it before as it
stood right at the end where the thick vegetation started, nothing behind it but the Florida jungle. He got out of the car and just stared at the
building confused. This was not a dream or a hallucination, the cinema was right there front of him, with a poster on its wall about the movie being
shown today. The place looked old something you might see in the 60’s but didn’t look abandoned. In fact it looked like a fully functioning small
movie theater and that did not make any sense to Jesse. He started to think he made a wrong turn and ended up in a different parking lot, undiscovered
yet, although it did look exactly like the one he got used to already.
Still confused he started to walk closer when he heard the whisper. He could swear the voice came from everywhere lingering around him until a light
breeze carried it away. Then again the same voice repeating the same word: ‘come ’
He stopped and turned around, but there was nobody else in the parking lot. As he looked through the glass entrance door he saw the ticket selling
booth inside with someone sitting in there. He finally took the courage and walked up to the poster. It was black with a white face on it, screaming
in terror. The title of the movie read on the top of the poster: “Surviving sixty minutes “.
Nothing about actors or any other information besides the line in small letters on the bottom that read: “horror, of a lifetime”.
It was a very hot morning already and he quickly changed his mind about surfing. He was going inside and watch this movie whatever it is about,
getting ready for some chills some action hopefully a good film in an empty theatre with air conditioning. He used to go to a small cinema in daytime,
when he lived in Queens New York, where premiere movies were shown. He was almost always alone in that theatre not counting the occasional homeless
people hoping to catch a nap in the dark. He quite liked to watch a movie that way, having the whole room for himself, so he was getting a bit excited
about it now.
The whisper came again, same word same voice. He couldn’t make it if it was a male or a female voice, it just sounded like it was in his head.
It has to be that person in the booth through some sort of speaker system he thought and pushed the glass door open. He stepped inside and walked over
to the ticket seller. She was an old woman dressed as she was stuck in the 30’s, long, black lace dress buttoned up neck high even though it was hot
inside. The old lady was reading something and looked up as Jesse approached. He never saw someone so old. She looked fragile with white hair,
wrinkled face and the blackest eyes Jesse ever saw. For a second he was sure she didn’t have any white in her eyes just the two black stones, cold
as ice as she looked at him.