The Caverns

By kathy dinisi

250 feet below the soil in a dark mysterious cave lurks something so vicious, so wicked, no one has lived to tell the tale. That's until Christy, a independent Journalist is hired to do an article on some of the most scariest places in Arizona. After much research she finds the perfect place. A haunted Cavern located deep in the Arizona mountains. Far from any city, miles from the nearest town. Where no one can hear the ear piercing screams of six people who decide to venture down where the sun light does not exist. Where not even a bat will dare close his eyes. What lurks in the darkness is not human but not quite dead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: kathy dinisi
• Release date: Mar 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386344360

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©Kathy Dinisi2016

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Copyright © Kathy Dinisi 2018

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This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means - electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise - without prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by the United States of America copyright law.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover Designer: Laura Hernandez of Voluptuous Book Editing

Editor: Laura Hernandez of Voluptuous Book Editing

Formating by: Kathy Dinisi

Dedication

I would like to thank my street team for being a big part of life. My editor and friend; you are truly wonderful. To my husband and two boys; thank you for joining me on these crazy and scary adventures.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

You’re not dead, but you’re

not alive, either.

You’re a ghost with a

beating heart

Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

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I chew on the end of my blue ballpoint pen to the point the plastic is gone, and now it’s just a flat wet slobber mess. I sit in this big empty room staring out the small square window. The scene outside is beyond beautiful. With large green trees that cover a majority of the landscape. Beautiful green grass that was just freshly trimmed this morning blow slightly in the morning breeze. Wildflowers grow in the corners of the grass and the wall of the buildings. To the left, there is a basketball court where several men in grey sweatpants and white shirts dribble an orange ball with black lines running through it. To the right is a beautiful garden with a black powder coated steel gate with largely pointed ends at the top. The garden is full of beautiful roses that range from all different sizes from large to small. The colors range from a soft pink to even a beautiful orange with a white stripe mixed with it. The garden is a place for people to think in peace. I love the garden and the smells. It’s one of my favorite places to go.

The scene is so much more different from my hometown, Los Angeles. I can stare outside for hours, even days. Instead of the loud voices and horns from angry taxi drivers outside of my bedroom window its peace and quiet. It’s the whistle of the tree branches blowing in the wind and the sound of birds chirping. No loud, angry drivers, no loud, irritated pedestrians yelling at the taxi drivers. Nothing, just plain peace, and quiet. The sky is so bright and blue. It’s not full of smog from the vehicles. A girl can get used to a place like this.

It’s so beautiful here, a great vacation home. A place to sit and think. To process the troubles that are going on and on in your head. It’s the place I need to be to contemplate. Reflect on the last week of my life. The moment I took a one in a lifetime job that would take me out of the suburbs of Los Angeles and buy me a house with horses and a dog named Spot. The dog would lay by my feet and snore while I write for a big magazine. That was my dream...a dream I’m afraid I might not ever see come true.

I always wanted to sit at my big wooden desk and look out of my window and see my horses running wild and free in the backyard waiting for me to ride them. A husband and one child fill the house with cheerful laughter and joy. Yes, that was the dream. It still is the dream, but now it’s further away then what I would like. Now I must get better, healthy again. The psychiatrist told me the only way I’m going to get through my trauma is to write it down on paper. Dr. Benjamin told me that since I love writing so much that writing it down in a journal would help me comprehend what happened to me and the others on that horrible chilling night. So I agreed, and that’s what I’m trying to do now.

But it’s emotionally hard to go back and replay that tragic night, let alone write it out on paper. Every time I get the courage to write it down my pen which my hand holds refuses to move. Today is the day where I finally get this story written out on paper. Today is the day I finally admit that I lost it all in just two days. My life, my friends, my love, my world. As my pen hits the white paper with light blue lines that separate each line a tear falls. The memories of that night come crashing down on me. I can hear the screams of that night echo in my head. The horrible ear-piercing screams of people I had come to love. I can still smell the blood in the air, and I can still hear the sound of limbs being ripped apart.

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Christy Samuals

Journal Entry

The Caverns, Arizona

As a freelance journalist, I don’t get paid much. I live paycheck to paycheck.  So when I got a call from a magazine called U.S. Travel Lodges asking if I could do a page on the best-haunted places in Arizona. I jumped on the opportunity and started my research plus I desperately needed the money. My rent is due on the 1st, and I don’t have half of the money due to pay the landlord. I have nothing in my refrigerator but the last slice of pizza from Christina’s sleep over the other night. Did I mention she bought the pizza? How pathetic am I?

After two days of searching for haunted motels or any other places that would make a good story I found one that fit my preferences. A haunted canyon somewhere in the back roads of Route 66 in Peach Springs. It’s called the Grand Canyon Caverns. It’s supposedly haunted by Walter Peck, the man who accidentally found the caverns. Believe it or not, he found the caverns by falling into a hole that lead to a big cavern. After getting the necessary items, he needed to investigate the large cavern he soon realized there was more to this place than a big hole in the ground. I guess the air that flows through the caverns is the same air from the Grand Canyon. The air travels from the Grand Canyon to the caverns, how cool is that? The only way up or down to the caverns is an elevator that takes you 210 feet below ground.

Christina and I will be staying in the Caverns Motel which is located in the heart of the cavern in pitch black. We will be sharing a room with four other people making it six total. The brochure said it supplies food, water, an entertainment center and one private bathroom equipped with a sink and shower. I’m not too excited about spending the night 210 feet below ground in complete darkness and the only light available is the light they supply for us but a paycheck is a paycheck and god knows I have bills that need to be paid.

The magazine offered to pay for all my expenses and a rental car. So I quickly packed a couple of bags and called the nearest rental company. I live in Los Angeles meaning the drive will be almost a 12-hour drive one way. But I didn’t mind; this place sounded perfect and quite fun. I called my best friend Christina and asked if she wanted to join me on my trip. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was very interested in taking a trip away from all the hassle at work and her personal life. Christina has a position working at her dad’s law firm.

Being the boss’s daughter has