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Gone Fishing

For a long time now I have been living with my wife Marian and my best
friend Bob. Bob is a very funny and huge man. He is over six feet tall and
almost three hundred pounds. One day at work he was telling a joke as his
boss walked by.
“Bob what do you think you are doing?,” questioned his boss.
“I am only creating a friendly work environment for everyone. I enjoy
entertaining the guys,” answered Bob.
“Well you just can’t do it around here. You are fired,” exclaimed the
boss.
Bob has a great sense of humor, and that is why I let him live with us.
One Sunday morning my friends and me were watching football. The game was
a blowout with the Raiders demolishing the Packers 70-0. At the half my
annoying friend walked in.
“Hey guys let’s all go to my cabin with some of my ‘holy roller’ friends,”
said John.
“John are you on another one of your weird finding cults?,” I questioned.
“Not this time, I have found my meaning of life. I have been reborn. If you
guys don’ t want to participate in our activities and attend our meetings you
can go fishing,” responded John.

Of course we said yes because we all needed a break from city living. The
week passed and I never got around to telling my wife that I was going
fishing. She is such a worrisome person. Monday morning turned into saturday
night and I forgot about the whole trip. John called Sunday morning. I picked
up the phone and heard him yelling in my ear.
“Where are you? I have been waiting around since five o’clock in the morning
for you. All of my friends already left, hurry up and get over here!,” yelled
John.
“I am coming, I will be over there as fast as I can, just wait a little
bit longer,” I said.
Bob and I raced to John’s house. When we arrived at John’s house there
were no other people. So we headed North to go fishing with John. After a six
hour car ride we were finally out in the middle of nowhere. Upon arrival,
there was a very large group of people bustling around a tree chanting. At
about that same time John went into an odd trance. He set up camp and
proceeded to buy bait for the morning fishing trip. The whole evening John
did not a say a single word. When he returned he went to bed quickly. The
next morning during breakfast John tried to explain his weird behavior.
“Last night I was not feeling that well because of the long car ride. I was
only trying to get some extra sleep for the morning fishing trip,” said John.

When we woke up we saw little squirrels bustling about and collecting
nuts. We saw the mourning dew on the leaves reflecting the beautiful sunlight
into our eyes. Birds whistled songs in unison with the wind as it blew
through the lush green forest.

After we ate a small breakfast of cinnamon oatmeal we left for our
quarter mile hike to John’s favorite fishing hole. We rigged our lines and
casted into the clear blue lake. It was amazing how many fish we caught that
day. It must have been the fish really liked our bait. Our bait smelled of a
rotten eggs. John said he bought it from an Indians store around these parts.
The rotten egg smell haunted us everywhere we went. We smelled it during the
beginning of the trip and in the end of it. This must have been the best day
of fishing that we had ever had in our whole lives. We soon ran out of
miracle bait.

We decided that the fish would eat anything. The bait couldn’t be the
only factor in all our success. We casted our reels with worms and we didn’t
get a bite. We conclude our day of fishing around three o’clock. When we
walked back it took us half an hour. Soon we got back to our campsite. It was
dark and beautiful there with our campfire blazing next to our tents and the
sky a magnificent red color.
“John could you please get us some more of that miracle bait you had today
from the Indian store,” questioned Bob.
“That sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you guys just go to sleep and I
will have it by the morning,” said John
“No I think I will join you,” demanded Bob.
“No,” exclaimed John.
“Fine, I guess I will just stay here and go to bed,” said Bob
John was acting like he didn’t want us to follow him. He was acting mighty
strange that night.

We secretly followed John into the dark woods. We followed him into a
bait shop. It was a wood cabin that was rotting away. The windows were
covered over with duct tape. There was no electricity to light the room only
torches on the walls. The torches lit only parts of the room. In the dim
light Bob and me saw hooded shadows walking around chanting in Latin. As soon
as John walked up to what seemed like a counter we heard a frightening scream
from off in the distance. It sounded as if someone had been thrown off a
cliff and they were screaming for their life. Everyone turned towards me and
slowly marched. I think they heard me whimper when I heard the scream. They
had a weird gleam in their eye’s as they searched for Bob and me.

We crouched hidden in our hiding spots until the morning. The whole night
John and I saw shadows dancing and chanting while other stood in the corner
cutting meat or some kind of red food. I was scared for John because he is
such a follower and is always doing these kind of absurd things.

That whole night neither of us had any sleep, we just crouched down in
our hiding spots praying that we wouldn’t be seen by the hooded men. Around
dawn was when the men left the shop. Soon after the men left, we followed. We
ran to our tents and waited for John to come back. He never came back so we
decided to look for him. The first place we looked was the bait shop. Oddly
there was no evidence of what had happened the previous night there. We
wondered what could have happened to John and all of the chopped red
substance. We looked and looked but John was no where to be found.

The next morning we went fishing in hope that we would see him there and
we did. Unfortunately, we saw him in the long grass floating dead face up in
the water. He had the weirdest look in his eye, as if he had been scared to
death by something. We turned John’s body over to the right side and we saw a
huge gash. It was as if a hook had taken out all of his intestines and left
John for dead. We tried our hardest to revive him but our attempt failed. We
had done all that we could but John was dead.

That whole night back at camp we remembered the past night’s event’s, it
all seemed like it was a dream. I started to think about what that red
substance was the hooded men were cutting up it was human flesh. They were
grinding it to make it into fishing bait. That is the odd smell we
encountered throughout the trip. I started to wonder whether or no that John
had been killed by them. This really upset the both of Bob and I. We woke up
late that morning to pack out. We traveled to the nearest town by car to
report the death of our good friend John. At that point I remembered that I
never told my wife where I had gone that Sunday. It was late Wednesday
evening. My wife must have been scared and worried about me.

I called my house but there was no answer. Then I called one of my
neighbors and asked if my wife was looking for me. They had no idea what I
was talking about. They must have taken it as a prank call because they
immediately gave me an odd response. Before they hung up they said Bob, John
and Karl were over at their home, eating lunch right now. That really gave me
the creeps. I reported the death of my annoying friend John as fast as I
could to the police. I told them about the odd behavior the cult and where to
find John. After I issued my report to the police I jumped in the car and
drove home as fast as I could.
“Honey,” I exclaimed.
“Yes Karl,” said my wife Marian.
“Haven’t you been wondering where we were since Sunday morning?,” I asked.
“I have been very worried about you and I am upset you ran off for that
one night. I know you were on a fishing trip but I don’t believe you. You
have not acted yourself since. Shouldn’t you be out buying groceries that is
what I just sent you out to do,” asked Marian.

I had to explain what had happened on our fishing trip. Marian was a
little bit frightened that the man she had slept with was not her husband. She
soon understood why we had to go the grocery store. At the grocery store we
approached the man that looked exactly like me in all ways. As soon as he saw
me he vanish into nowhere leaving his clothes on the ground over where he
stood before he disappeared.

The car ride home I was very deep into thought. I started to put certain
things together that happened the days previous. The main image that popped
up into my head was when I was first putting on the bait the first day. In
the reflection off the lake I saw myself come out of my body. The thing
looked exactly like me. I ignored it as if I had just seen an reflection of
myself in the lake. When I was driving I took my left arm off the wheel and
reached around to my right side. On my right side I felt a huge scar running
up and down my rib cage. I am glad now all I have to remember that awful trip
is a huge scar on the right side of my torso. I wondered what happened to
John but the police could not turn up anything about the cult I had
described. In time my memories faded and I lived my life like that had never
happened.
The End
By Ian Saulsbury

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