The Hole — Chapter 14

A Novel of Supernatural Apocalypse

Aaron Ross Powell


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“Where do we go?” Elliot said.

“I don’t know. Do you know?”


Evajean looked around. “I thought I’d just feel it,” she said. “Like back in the house at the barrier.”


“But I don’t.”

“I don’t either,” Elliot said.

They went to the back of the building and found a freight entrance, the door half open. “You think someone’s here?” Evajean said.

Elliot shrugged. He ducked inside.

Evajean came through and walked ahead of him, to the back of the garage where a railing ran along an elevated concrete walkway. Two doors were along the far wall and, as Elliot swept his light across them, he could see that the one on the right was partially open. “There,” he said.

“It’s where I’m going,” Evajean said.

The garage led to what looked like a break room, with four small tables surrounded by chairs and a long counter with a dishwasher and refrigerator. One wall was lined with lockers. A door next to this opened behind the ticket desk.

“You’re not going to like this,” Evajean said.


“What we’re supposed to find…I’m getting a feeling about it.”


“From the basement.”

Elliot sighed.

“I’ll come with you this time,” Evajean said.

“Yeah, you will,” Elliot said. “Do you know what it is? What we’re looking for?”


“But it’s in here, in the museum.”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” Evajean said. “Actually, no, I’m positive it’s here.”

“Let’s find the basement.”

Their shoes clicked loudly on the polished concrete floor. The museum wasn’t as cluttered as Walmart had been, but Elliot still wished there was more light than the beams from the flashlights they carried. There wasn’t any sign of crazies, no noises or shuffles. Elliot kept up the pace…



Aaron Ross Powell

Host of the ReImagining Liberty podcast. Writer and political ethicist. Former think tank scholar.