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Highway 91: The Gate to Hell

Part 1:The Awakening

By Z.a.i.n.t.zPublished about a month ago 5 min read
The end of the Highway

In the eerie twilight, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the city of Seraphim Falls seemed to hold its breath. Nestled in a forgotten corner of the American Midwest, Seraphim Falls was an unremarkable town to the untrained eye. But beneath its quaint surface, the town harbored dark secrets, secrets that had remained buried for centuries. Highway 91 ran through the heart of this town—a stretch of road that locals avoided after dark. Legends spoke of strange occurrences and inexplicable disappearances, but few dared to speak openly about the highway’s true nature.

Eleanor Graves, a seasoned investigative journalist from Chicago, arrived in Seraphim Falls with a single purpose: to uncover the truth behind the chilling stories surrounding Highway 91. Drawn by tales of demonic sightings and a mysterious gate to Hell, Eleanor knew this assignment was unlike any she had taken before. Her research had led her to ancient texts and whispered legends about a cosmic battle between Heaven and Hell, a battle that supposedly ended when God abandoned Heaven centuries ago. Angels, left leaderless, had lost their faith and scattered across the Earth, while demons began to stir beneath.

Eleanor checked into a small, rundown motel at the edge of town. The manager, an old man with a perpetual frown, eyed her warily as she signed the register.

“You here for the highway?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Eleanor nodded. “I’m investigating the stories. The disappearances.”

The old man shook his head. “Some things are better left alone, miss. Highway 91 isn’t a place for the curious. It’s a place for the damned.”

Undeterred, Eleanor spent the next few days interviewing locals and digging through old records at the town library. She learned about a series of mysterious deaths and disappearances stretching back over a hundred years, all linked to Highway 91. The stories were consistent: drivers who ventured onto the highway after dark vanished without a trace, only for their cars to be found abandoned, engines still running, with no sign of the occupants.

One evening, as she sat in the town’s only diner, a woman approached her. She was young, with haunted eyes and a weary expression.

“You’re the journalist, right?” she asked, sitting down without waiting for an invitation. “My name’s Lydia. I need to talk to you about the highway.”

Eleanor leaned in, sensing a breakthrough. “What do you know?”

Lydia glanced around nervously. “My brother, Daniel, disappeared on Highway 91 last month. He was obsessed with finding the truth, just like you. But he didn’t come back. I found his journal hidden in his room. There’s something you need to see.”

Back at Eleanor’s motel room, Lydia handed over the journal. The entries were frantic, filled with references to ancient prophecies and a gateway to Hell. Daniel had believed that a rift had opened on Highway 91, a rift that allowed demons to escape from Hell into the mortal world. He wrote of encounters with dark entities and a feeling of being watched.

One entry caught Eleanor’s attention:

October 13th: The gate is real. I saw it with my own eyes. A portal, pulsating with an unholy light. I felt its pull, felt the darkness within. God help me, I think I’m in too deep. If anyone finds this, stay away from Highway 91. The demons are coming, and they’re bringing Hell with them.

Eleanor’s heart raced as she read the words. She knew she had to see the gate for herself. She convinced Lydia to accompany her, despite the young woman’s obvious fear. Together, they drove to the outskirts of town as the sun set, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape.

The entrance to Highway 91 loomed ahead, a stretch of road bathed in an unnatural darkness. Eleanor parked the car and stepped out, clutching a flashlight and her camera. Lydia followed reluctantly, glancing nervously at the shadows.

They walked in silence, the only sound their footsteps on the cracked asphalt. As they ventured deeper onto the highway, a chilling wind swept through the trees, carrying with it whispers of forgotten souls. The air grew colder, and an oppressive feeling of dread settled over them.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble. A low, rumbling sound echoed through the night, growing louder with each passing second. Ahead, a fissure in the road appeared, glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light.

“There it is,” Lydia whispered, her voice trembling. “The gate to Hell.”

Eleanor’s heart pounded in her chest as she approached the fissure. The light emanating from it pulsed rhythmically, casting grotesque shadows on the surrounding trees. She felt a pull, a malevolent force drawing her closer.

As she peered into the rift, a horrific vision unfolded before her eyes. Flames and darkness intertwined, and within the depths of the portal, she saw them—demons, clawing their way out of the abyss. Their eyes burned with a hellish fire, and their twisted forms writhed in agony and fury.

Eleanor stumbled back, her mind reeling. This was no ordinary story—this was a glimpse into the very heart of Hell. She fumbled for her camera, snapping pictures of the rift and its terrifying occupants. But as she did, the demons turned their attention to her, their eyes locking onto her with an intense, malevolent gaze.

“We need to leave,” Lydia said urgently, grabbing Eleanor’s arm. “Now!”

But it was too late. The ground erupted around them as more demons surged forth, their guttural roars filling the air. Eleanor and Lydia ran, the hellish creatures in pursuit. The highway seemed to stretch endlessly before them, a nightmarish landscape with no escape.

As they fled, Eleanor’s mind raced. The gate had to be closed, but how? She remembered the ancient texts she had studied, the references to celestial battles and divine intervention. If God had truly abandoned Heaven, there had to be another way.

“Lydia, we need to find an angel,” Eleanor shouted over the din. “They’re the only ones who can help us.”

Lydia looked at her in shock. “An angel? Are you crazy? How are we supposed to find an angel?”

Eleanor didn’t have an answer, but she knew they had to try. They made their way back to the car, barely escaping the clutches of the demons. As they sped away from Highway 91, Eleanor’s thoughts turned to the scattered angels, the lost guardians of Heaven. Somewhere, out there, one of them might hold the key to sealing the gate and stopping the demonic invasion.

But for now, the nightmare was far from over. The gate to Hell had been opened, and the demons were free to wreak havoc on the world. As the car raced through the darkened streets of Seraphim Falls, Eleanor couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, that something far worse was yet to come.

To be continued...

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  • Mark Grahamabout a month ago

    Great work. I read the other story first with the ending.

  • Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a month ago

    Amazing! Best!

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