Welcome to Hell

By AlexH All Rights Reserved ©

Horror / Thriller

Chapter 1

It’s a nice day out. The sky is clear and the sun shines down on a stretch of California highway. The radio says it’s 72 degrees outside. The man has the top of his convertible down, and is letting the wind rustle his hair. He glances at the clock. It’s 2.30. It occurs to him that he hasn’t eaten in awhile. He pulls over to a roadside diner.

The cowbell on top of the door jingles as he pushes open the door. There is a sign above the counter, but it’s too small to read. He sits down at a booth and a waitress appears. She hands him a menu and pulls out a small notepad. He opens the menu and orders the first things that catch his eye- a slice of blueberry pie, a Ruben sandwich and a cup of coffee. The waitress silently nods and goes back to the kitchen. She quickly emerges with his order.

He eats the sandwich and pie, but takes his time with the coffee. He’s had better. He sighs and leaves a twenty on the table. He gets up and goes back to his car. As he continues driving, the radio turns to some catchy pop song. He begins to tap his foot along to it. Suddenly a large cloud appears to descend from the sky in front of the man. There is no way around it, so with a dejected sigh, he drives right through it.

It’s a nice day out. The sky is clear and the sun shines down on a stretch of California highway. The radio says it’s 72 degrees outside. The man has the top of his convertible down, and is letting the wind rustle his hair. He glances at the clock. It’s 2.30. It occurs to him that he hasn’t eaten in awhile. He pulls over to a roadside diner. Suddenly a wave of deja vu hits him. Has he been here before? He thinks, but has only the vaguest memory of seeing this place. So he shrugs his shoulders and goes in.

The cowbell on top of the door jingles as he pushes open the door. There is a sign above the counter, but it’s too small to read. He sits down at a booth and a waitress appears. She hands him a menu and pulls out a small notepad. He opens the menu and orders the first things that catch his eye- a slice of blueberry pie, a Ruben sandwich and a cup of coffee. The waitress silently nods and goes back to the kitchen. She quickly emerges with his order.
He eats the sandwich and pie, but takes his time with the coffee. He’s had better. He sighs and leaves a twenty on the table. He gets up and goes back to his car. As he continues driving, the radio turns to some catchy pop song. He begins to tap his foot along to it. Suddenly a large cloud appears to descend from the sky in front of the man. There is no way around it, so with a dejected sigh, he drives right through it.

It’s a nice day out. The sky is clear and the sun shines down on a stretch of California highway. The radio says it’s 72 degrees outside. The man has the top of his convertible down, and is letting the wind rustle his hair. He glances at the clock. It’s 2.30. It occurs to him that he hasn’t eaten in awhile. He pulls over to a roadside diner. He suddenly realises where he knows this place. Though he can’t remember exactly when it was, he knows he’s been to this diner before.

The familiar cowbell on top of the door jingles as he pushes open the door. There is a sign above the counter, but it’s too small to read. He sits down at a booth and a waitress appears. She hands him a menu and pulls out a small notepad. He opens the menu and takes a moment to look at it. There’s nothing on the menu except for a few things- a slice of blueberry pie, a Ruben sandwich and a cup of coffee. He finds it odd that this place has such a limited selection. He tries to open his mouth to say something, but finds that somehow he has lost the ability to speak. With frantic motions he tries to point to the menu, in an attempt to display confusion. Clearly the waitress doesn’t understand as she silently nods and goes back to the kitchen. She quickly emerges with his order.


He eats the sandwich and pie, but takes his time with the coffee. He’s had better. Midway through the cup of coffee, it occurs to him that he hasn’t seen a single other person in the restaurant. No cook. No other waitresses He wonders how she could have possibly gotten his order out so quickly. He sighs and leaves a twenty on the table. He gets up, and squints at the sign over the counter. He can barely make out the sentences “welcome to hell. You’re gonna be for a while.” He goes back to his car. As he continues driving, the radio turns to some catchy pop song. He begins to tap his foot along to it. Suddenly a large cloud appears to descend from the sky in front of the man. There is no way around it, so with a dejected sigh, he drives right through it. here…

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