Promptly Penned: Reliable Wi-Fi
Prompt: “That’s what happens when you don’t have reliable Wi-Fi.”
Caleb squinted at the phone then looked up and did the same at our surroundings. He gestured toward a particularly dense area of forest. “It should be right through there.”
“We’ve been walking for hours. Are you sure you put in the right coordinates.”
He glared at me. “Yes. I’m sure. The Wi-Fi at the diner was shitty, but I’m sure these are the right coordinates.”
I glanced around. “I know the resort is supposed to be super exclusive and remote and accessible only by hiking, but this is ridiculous. What happens if one of their guests has a medical emergency? They can’t possibly be this far out in the middle of nowhere.”
“They have Wi-Fi–I’m sure they can get help if they need it.” Caleb hit refresh on his phone, then frowned, holding the device up in the air, clearly trying to get a signal.
“C’mon. Let’s just go back to the main road and head back toward that last little town we passed.
Still holding his phone up in the air, he ignored me and marched into the thick stand of trees.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering,” I muttered, following him. “It’s not like you’re going to get a signal now.”
He didn’t answer, but I really didn’t expect him to. My brother was nothing if not stubborn.
Another hour had passed by the time we stumbled across the log cabin that looked more like a large hunting shack than resort. I was pretty sure the blisters on my feet were bleeding, and I had to pee. At this point, I didn’t care what the place looked like.
Caleb pushed open the door and swept his arm to the side, motioning me in. Laughing in relief, I elbowed him as I crossed the threshold, my brother close behind me. Turning, I glanced around the room, searching for a bathroom and stopped dead unable to take another step forward.
Every inch of wall space was covered in antlers. Antlers everywhere. Behind me, Caleb started humming the tune to Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. They cast long, grasping shadows wherever I looked. It was like we’d wandered onto a set for Hannibal.
Peering more closely at the nearest wall, I swallowed hard. They weren’t all antlers. There were bones. So many bones. An icy chill ran down my spine as I continued to stare at them. Far too many of them looked human.
I grabbed Caleb’s arm and dragged him toward the door. “This,” I hissed. “This is what happens when you don’t have reliable Wi-Fi!”