“You gonna do it?”
Jeremy looked at the derelict bridge, considering. “I don’t know, man. It’s creepy. Why’s it called Cannibal Bridge, anyway?”
“I dunno, maybe cannibals live under it.” Oscar shrugged.
Standing before the dilapidated wood, Jeremy’s nose crinkled at the rotten stench and he hesitated. “What do I get if I cross?”
“You wanna be famous, right?”
Nodding, Jeremy stepped onto the bridge.
Oscar pushed record on his phone.
A deep cavern with jagged teeth opened. The maw bit down, chewed, and swallowed. “Bring me more…”
Oscar turned to go. Better the Judas goat than the sheep.
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