Sunk

By Stephen Couch

Horror short story. A group of salvage hunters enters an abandoned missile silo in search of treasure...only to find something else awaiting them in its flooded depths.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Couch
• Release date: Jan 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465713728

Stephen Couch

Stephen Couch is a writer, a computer programmer, a cover band vocalist, an award-winning audio drama producer, and a lifelong Texan. His short fiction has appeared in such venues as Talebones, Mountain Magic: Spellbinding Tales of Appalachia, and the Stoker Award-finalist Horror Library Vol. 3.

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Sunk

By Stephen Couch

Published by Mere Moments Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Stephen Couch

Cover image 'Rusty Cross' copyright © 2012 Judy Watt/Photos.com

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Sunk

This Is A National Defense

RESTRICTED AREA

It Is Unlawful To Enter This Area

Without The Authority Of The Commander

WAGNER AFB

Violators Will Be Prosecuted

...Or so said the rusted sign hanging from a lopsided strand of barbed wire. It was a wonder the lettering could be read at all, the way the weeds had sprung up in the area the last few decades.

The car rolled past the demolished gate and Skitch killed the headlights, counting down from '10' in his mind, keeping the wheel steady. On zero, he hit