“It’s a long feckin’ tunnel,” said Gemma.
“That’s why we have torches,” replied James.
“My dad used to tell me stories about this tunnel.”
“Such as?”
“He used to say people and pets would walk in one end and never come out of the other.”
“What a load of crap,” laughed James. “We’re nearly half way.”
“Yeah,” agreed Gemma.
The pair walked in silence for eight minutes and thirty-two seconds.
“It’s a long feckin’ tunnel,” said Gemma.
~
Original photo available on Unsplash. Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.
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Little Fears 
I gotta admit, you lost me again on this one Fears. The eight minutes and 32 seconds has some significance, I imagine.
Anyway tu-nnel or not to tu-nnel, that is the question…
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My attempts at horror, I should label them heh.
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This just runs on and on…
Is it a boring concern?
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Ooof, heh.
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I’m in the dark
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So are they… 🙂
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Enjoyable. This made me say, “ohhhh!” I also didn’t know if eight minutes and thirty-two seconds had significance, however, I read it as a random amount of time with amusement.
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Cheers. 🙂
Just meant to be a lil unsettling flash horror piece. 🙂
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Very nice!
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Thank you. 🙂
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“It’s a long feckin’ tunnel,” … sounds like my Life! Never know what lies at the end 😉
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Ooof, heh! It’s not that bad! 🙂
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Maybe they did come out the other side, only they were French by then.
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Heh, it’s possible. I think I recall a tunnel from when I was a kid like this. Maybe in Devon. A tunnel that went on forever that had lots of spooky stories about it. France would be a possibility down there.
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Was there any light at the end of it? 😉
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Light unfound. o.o
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Eight minutes and 32 second… faint scratching on damp walls coming from where? Smells of many sins. This New Yorker has been there many times…. and Yes I was scared.
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Yeah I can imagine. Londoner here, and lived in some grotty areas, central south a few times. o.o
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Well pleased to meet you dear, you crack me up. London and NYC oh the horrors. Hee
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Cheers Liz. I reckon there’s a sorta kinship between NYC and London. Keep getting reminded of that the way our voters are usually an island to their own heh.
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Maybe they end up at the center of the earth? That last line did me in 😀
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Arf, it’s a possibility! 🙂
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Woah, it took me twenty four hours thinking about it, but it finally all makes sense!
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Oof and arf. Sorry.
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