A Small Adventure

One small town, one simple person and one giant mystery. What could possibly go wrong, right? That's what my life was for years and kind of still is. Let me give you the gist of it.

I was around 17 or so and my best friend, Sierra, came over for what I thought would just be a short visit. She wasn't exactly dressed like someone who was going to be forced underground "Mickei, you've got to help me!" She said frantically, out of breath from running.

"Why? What's going on?" I asked first thing. I've always been one to ask questions before anything.

"I don't have much time to explain, but basically I broke into that house you told me to leave alone and it had all this voodoo crap in it. The person who lives there found me and they're coming after me with their voodoo magic stuff." She blurted in a haze.

I was stunned and I sat there for a second, jaw agape. I shook my head to unscramble my brain. I half expected this from her and already had a plan. She wasn't just a best friend to me. All my friends I told about my feelings for her said it was kind of obvious and expected that I would have feelings for her "Come on. I know a place underground where you can stay." I stammered, still shaken.

I took her to a trapdoor hidden under a leaf-covered tarp in my backyard. Not a second after I opened the door enough for her to get in was she already halfway in. I made a motion with my hand for her to be quiet and mouthed that I would bring her necessities. She simply nodded and I quietly shut the door over her as she settled into her new crawlspace of a home.

The voodoo person came over to my house looking for Sierra, but couldn't find her, naturally. To this day, Sierra is still in that crawlspace and she's determined to stay there until the voodoo person is dead. She's scared of what would happen to her. Her family knows she's hidden and safe. They also know why. My parents know she's down there, but no one else knows.

That's my giant secret in my tiny little town. No one in it knows who the person is, not even Mr. Gal, the sheriff or his father, Joe. Joe knows everything about this town except that. Everybody knows everybody, but the voodoo person just exists. It's strange. But now, because of them, we have a giant, living secret to keep. And no one wants to keep it.

If I'm being honest, this is the most exciting thing I've ever experienced so for me, it's as close to adventure as I'll ever get. This is my adventure, even if it's not one for everyone else.