“Is it safe?” Tommy asks, looking up to his brother.

Alex doesn’t respond. Instead, his eyes find the oldest of the trio.

Tim smiles down at both of them, “Don’t know, but we are going to find out.”

Tim takes a careful step onto the suspension bridge. The ropes groan under his weight, but he makes it across and disappears into the stone opening. He turns to his siblings and gestures for them to follow before turning and, with a step, disappears into the shadows.

Alex glances down at Tommy.

Tommy stares back at the way they came. The forest is filled with gloom and danger.

“Come on, Tommy, let’s go!” Alex sprints across the traverse. The wood creaking as if on the verge of snapping in two and the ropes swaying dangerously from side to side. On the other side, he also disappears inside the dark portal.

Tommy stands alone now. The fear of the unknown pressing on his five year old shoulders. A dog howls, maybe the Myers’ mutt, but he can’t be certain. It’s all the little boy needs to follow after his brothers. He tiptoes across the abyss as if miles stretch below him.

With a lingering look over his shoulder he also steps into the unknown.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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