Dillon Hunt And The Desert Oasis Resort by Chad Stewart (smart ebook reader TXT) 📖

Jordan was enjoying this place! It had everything he needed: lots of sun, a great pool, cute girls his age, and all you could eat. He wasn’t even concerned about not being able to game while at the resort which was incredibly shocking, even for him! He lounged back in his chair that was poolside, soaking up the rays, and sucking back on his virgin margarita. This was the life!

“Hey man,” he heard as Dillon approached with Dad. “Enjoying yourself?” Dillon asked.

“Oh ya,” came Jordan’s response. “You should try it on the other side of the pool. Away from me. There’s nothing like it.”

Dillon shrugged off the sleight and sat down beside him looking around, trying not to appear too anxious. He noted that Mom and Gwen were out in the pool and that Dad was getting ready to join them. Not too far from Jordan was Claire who was reclining on her chair and appeared to be in a coma. She had always been a deep sleeper which Dillon knew would work to his advantage.

“What’s up man?” asked Jordan, his eyes still closed and a slight smile on his face. He appeared to be in total relax mode.

“Oh nothing,” Dillon replied, pausing until Dad was no longer in earshot. “Okay man,” Dillon suddenly said as he leaned closer to his brother. “Something really creepy is going on here!” He whispered as loud as he dared.

The suddenness of Dillon’s response startled Jordan. He looked over at him skeptically. “What are you talking about goof?” he responded.

Dillon leaned in further and explained the whole thing, constantly looking around to see if anyone was watching. Jordan seemed to listen. At times, however, he would snort or scoff a little, especially when Dillon tried to explain the coyote incident. Dillon continued anyway. When he was done Jordan stared at him for a moment, then a huge smile spread across his face.

“Nice try Dillon,” he said with a chuckle. “Interesting story. Too bad it’s all in your head. I’ve always said that you have a pretty awesome imagination. This one is one of your better ones.” He put his head back down and closed his eyes again.

“I’m not imagining things!” Dillon replied, his voice rising a little louder than he wanted. Claire stirred a bit in her chair. “There’s something going on here and we need to figure out what it is.”

“Uh huh,” was the only response he received from his brother.

“I have proof!” Dillon exclaimed, pulling out his phone. “Look at these pictures.”

That caught Jordan’s attention.

“These are spots on the floor at the information center where the thing drooled acidic saliva. And this … ” he looked around cautiously as he showed Jordan the small burn that was on his hand.

Jordan pulled his sunglasses off in order to get a better look. Then he laughed and sat back on the chair, dismissing the “evidence” with a wave. “Good one Dil. You almost had me.”

Dillon’s face went red. “Ahhhh … Why did I even try to talk to you about this?” he said in exasperation as he got up from his chair.

“Have fun on your little adventure,” he heard Jordan say as he stormed away.

Dillon laid in bed flipping through the book on John Taylor Sebastian. He could hear Jordan’s snores lightly in the background. As he flipped through he was drawn to the pictures and spent a long time looking at them. He would have loved to have gotten to meet John and his crew. He flipped the page and noted the picture that had John alone leaning down unearthing a find he had discovered on one of his previous digs. The man looked so focussed on what he was doing. As Dillon looked closer something caught his eye. There was something hanging from his belt but he couldn’t quite make it out. He quickly grabbed his phone, switched on the camera, pointed it at the picture and zoomed in. Even though the picture was terribly pixilated he just knew what it was and almost fell over! He quickly grabbed his backpack and rummaged through it until he found … the watch! He flipped the watch over and stared in disbelief at the writing that was on the back: JTS! John Taylor Sebastian! This actually was his watch!

“How could this be?” Dillon whispered to himself.

Then it struck him! Someone wanted him to come here. Someone somehow planted this watch for him to find. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Dillon’s heart pounded furiously in his chest with the revelation that someone, for whatever reason, lured Dillon and his family here.

But who? And why?

14

Dillon and Derek

Dillon looked around nervously. Everything was dark except for the light glow of something that was emanating off the wall. It was enough to be able to make out shapes but it didn’t produce enough light to manage the tunnels safely. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen seemed dim. He noticed that there were no bars of service. Quickly he scrolled the screen upwards and pushed on the flashlight function. The light came on for a moment, then began to dim. He noticed that the battery indicator on the home screen was slowly being depleting. He knew he had charged the phone before leaving his room which made him realize now that something must be causing a disturbance with his electronics. But what?

He tried to control his breathing as the seconds ticked by as he thought about his predicament. His eyes went to the tunnel wall as he shined the dimming light of his phone upon its surface. There on the wall he could clearly make out the symbol of the eye in the pentagram surrounded by the square. His heart began to pound and he felt as though it would leap out of his chest at any moment. Dillon closed his eyes as he tried to get a hold of his wild imagination. He could feel the cold sweat of his palms and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

He opened his eyes and stared at the symbol as the light waned. The symbol faded from his sight as his phone went dead leaving him in the dark.

Dillon woke with a chill. He looked around groggily and noticed that he was in his hotel room. The sheets of his bed were scattered everywhere as though he had a fight with some unseen monster. He looked over to see his brother snoozing soundly without a care in the world.

“I wish,” he whispered to himself as he pulled his tired body from bed and headed to the restroom. Every time he had one of these weird dreams he felt as though he was hit by a truck when he woke up. It wasn’t the most restful of sleeps.

After splashing some water on his face he jumped into the shower. He couldn’t get the dream out of his head.

What could it mean? he asked himself. Obviously there is some reality to it, he reasoned as he knew that he first saw the symbol in a dream before he even saw it in the real world.

How is that even possible? he questioned himself as he scrubbed his hair thoroughly.

Do these dreams mean that the things I see in them are going to happen? That thought sent a chill up his spine as he remembered the dream where he and Gwen jumped off that cliff in order to flee from those spider-like creatures. He shook his head in disbelief. No, he reasoned. They can’t be that detailed. Can they?

After he finished getting ready he called his Mom on her phone and asked where and when they were having breakfast. While he spoke to her he couldn’t get the dreams out of his head. He seriously considered telling her what was happening to him, but he didn’t even know where to start with a conversation like that. “By the way Mom, I’m having these dreams