Midnight at the Oasis

on the weekends i like to cut loose with my friends and some co-workers. we usually hang out at the same nightclubs around town. one friday back in april of 2006 we were all out having a blast. we would always take turns being the sobber driver, this happened to fall on a friday... friday the 13th.

our good friend ralphie was the sobber driver on this night, or so we thought.

we were pretty much just cruising along aimlessly as ralphie would skid down streets we had never seen. his quick spin of the wheel had us all laughing so hard that we were shoving one another. he made a wrong turn and we were now on a dirt road with no streetlights. the car itself glided to the side as it slowly rumbled to an end with smoke coming from the engine.

i think we saw a huge brightly lit sign that read (midnight at the oasis) it was blinking off and on. upon looking further i saw another sign telling of cocktails and live music. as i got closer i could hear crowds of people and the sound of jazz roaring from within.

i was the first to go ahead of everyone else. when i got inside everything went disturbingly quiet. the smell of booze and smoke filled the air. yet no one was to be seen. i looked at every turn, but found nothing. a sensation kept coming over me that i had been there before or new this place well. i was walking with a limp and it was hurting so bad i could barley stand up. there was alot of nostagia on the walls, i looked at the pictures and saw something disturbing. i was in a black and white photo with a beard and a rifle. the frame read 1882. "the ones left behind" the photo had signatures on it, my handwriting was there. it said welcome home.

i tryed to get out of there but my knees gave in at the front door. and when i got outside i saw our car was smashed into a tree, all my friends were scatterd about in the dark fields. they looked dead as i now realized alot of blood was seeping from my forehead. my legs went completley numb as i know now that i passed out. when i awoke i felt bandages on over my eyes. i could hear someone speak, they told me not to be afraid as they gently removed the dryed cloth from my eyes.

i realized everything was black and white! there was a rifle by my bedside. and a small mirror was handed to me. i slowly looked at my reflection, i had a beard and my legs were gone!

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