Put up one of my favorite stories on the Kindle today. Inspired by a novel I read years ago called The Creepers, I wrote The Sinkhole as I delved into childhood memories.
We've all been afraid at one time or another of the 'boogeyman' in his many shapes and forms. For me, growing up was a large enclosed sinkhole dotted with small caves around its perimeter. Although all the kids in the neighborhood loved to play there - I was always leery of the place. Although it had snakes, that wasn't what disturbed me - it was what lived in those caves. (Overactive imaginations will always get you in trouble, for sure)
So the story The Sinkhole was born. Allowing my imagination to wander, the creatures that lived in those caves came to life in the story. Unlike the young hero of the tale, I've never been back. But I did the place up on Google maps and it is still a desolate, barren place. The houses that my friends lived in are all gone and the fence around the perimeter remains.
Oh and my old house now sports a swimming pool in the backyard. Wish that had been there when I was a kid.
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