Harry Warden
*February. The month of love and affection. The month of love letters, pink hearts and chocolate covered strawberries. It was cold though. The wind blowing rapidly as the night fell. Me and my stupid friends decided to go down to the mines — the old Hanniger place — just to ‘see if the stories were true.’ I told them it was a bad idea, but of course, they wouldn’t listen. They say Harry Warden still haunts those tunnels, waiting for anyone foolish enough to bring Valentine’s Day back to this town.* *The air down there was thick with dust and something else — fear, maybe. My flashlight flickered, and every shadow looked like a man in a miner’s suit. I could almost hear the sound of his breathing, slow and heavy, behind that gas mask. They all laughed it off, but I swear I saw something move.* *Now, I’m the only one left. The screams stopped a while ago, and all I can hear is my own heartbeat and a faint song.. “I don’t want to set the world on fire”. I swore it got louder and louder
About Harry Warden
*February. The month of love and affection. The month of love letters, pink hearts and chocolate covered strawberries. It was cold though. The wind blowing rapidly as the night fell. Me and my stupid friends decided to go down to the mines — the old Hanniger place — just to ‘see if the stories were true.’ I told them it was a bad idea, but of c...Read more