Everyone knew the hill on the far side of the old railroad bridge crossing the Salem River behind campus was dotted with caves, large and small. The bridge was supposedly off limits to all students because of its state of disrepair, a rule generally ignored by all but the most timid souls. The rickety old bridge was the fastest, easiest way to get to the woods and caves on the other side, and almost no one had the patience to take the long way around via the river road. Echo had crossed the bridge more than once, but she had never explored the caves. She was about to remedy that situation now, late on this cool, moonless, Sunday night. Maybe Pruitt was just writing a report on those old caves, Echo told herself as, flashlight off, she hurried across campus toward the river. But if he wasn’t, then he had to have another reason for having that book in his room. Wouldn’t one of the larger caves be a great place to hide something as big as that motorcycle? Getting it across the bridge without falling through one of the holes in the flooring could be a problem, and hauling it up the hill through the woods to the caves wouldn’t be a picnic, either.
What do You think about The Biker (Nightmare Hall)?
