Chapter 67

*Poppy*

I passed another sign suggesting a detour, probably the fifth one in a row, but I kept going. For the past hour, these signs had been guiding me forward. I had never seen the end of a road marked so densely, and for such a long distance; it had to mean something.

When Logan was driving us here, I knew, or instead remembered, that all these detours or signs indicating the end of the road were just a decoy for the curious, who wanted to see for themselves if the legends of swamp monsters were true.

He explained it as a way to avoid unwanted guests, or at least scare most of them away, but those who ignored the signs they had to deal with differently, making sure no one would remember anything. I yawned again but quickly slapped my cheek to stay awake. I had to have my eyes wide open so as not to miss any sign intended only for the initiated, if there was one. I only remember a little about the ride to Andrew's house because my brain was busy with something other than memorizing