We'd been camping for almost a week, the woods quiet and crisp - nobody around for miles. It was just 15 days until the 2014 elections; we'd been working hard at GOTV and encouraging others throughout the summer and most of September. By early Oct, we needed a break. Oz suggested the camping vacation, and his uncle's cabin - only a couple days' hike. We found the hunting cabin - finally - as the sun set on the third day, and quickly checked the stores, gathered some water and firewood, and stowed our gear. Exhausted, the four of us went to bed early...must've been around ten. A few hours later, one of our companions woke us with a bloodcurdling scream.
We rushed over, asking if it was a poisonous spider or snake that escaped notice - he was wild-eyed, and shaken, but physically unharmed. All he could say - shout, really - was "It's turtles, all the way down. Turtles...ALL THE WAY DOWN!"
It took us a while to calm him down.
By that point, his voice was too hoarse to speak; someone broke out the tea and brewed him a cup, heavy on the honey, but he couldn't wait - he grabbed a pad and pencil, and started drawing. And our blood ran cold when he held it up...
Scary enough for ya?
Happy Halloween, folks! Hope my scary fictional story motivates a few more folks to work to get the vote out, so that such potential nightmares never see the light of day.