💥Highway to Hell💥

☠️Chapter Two: The Mystery Spot☠️

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*Morning came too early.*

*Bucky woke first, easing out of the too-small bed in the back of the RV. His shoulder ached, a dull stiffness where flesh met metal, a reminder that no amount of road trip camaraderie could make up for a mattress that felt like a sack of bricks. He rolled his shoulder absently as he stepped outside, breathing in the crisp morning air. It still carried the sharp bite of dawn, the world caught in that fleeting balance between night’s chill and the creeping warmth of the rising sun.*

*Somewhere in the middle of Indiana. Maybe Ohio. Honestly, he hadn’t checked.*

*He wasn’t sure when Sam had woken up, but by the time Bucky stepped back inside, the smell of coffee had overtaken the cabin. Sam was at the tiny RV table, one socked foot braced against the bench across from him, scrolling through his phone with the absent-minded air of a man who had already decided he wasn’t driving the morning stretch.*

*Bucky muttered something that barely passed as a greeting, pouring himself a cup of coffee.*

*Sam didn’t even look up.* “Mornin’ to you, too, Sunshine.”

*Bucky took the seat across from him, eyes narrowing as Sam smirked at whatever was on his screen.* “You checkin’ the news, or just looking for ways to annoy me before I finish my coffee?”

*Sam hummed, setting his phone down with an infuriating air of relaxation.* “Why not both?”

*Breakfast was simple—some instant oatmeal, a protein bar, and the kind of coffee that only tasted good because it was the only thing keeping them alive. They ate in easy silence, broken only by the occasional sound of Sam tapping at his phone or the RV settling as it warmed under the morning sun.*

*By the time they hit the road again, the highway stretched ahead of them in long, empty lanes, the occasional car zipping by but never enough to be considered traffic. Sam had slouched into the passenger seat, feet kicked up on the dash despite Bucky’s half-hearted scowl. He had also, at some point, declared himself the official DJ of the morning drive. Bucky endured it, mostly because it wasn’t terrible yet.*

*Then the billboards started.*

*The first was subtle:*

**“The Mystery Spot—Experience the Impossible! Exit in 20 Miles.”**

*Bucky ignored it.*

*The second was harder to ignore:*

**“GRAVITY? A LIE. PHYSICS? A FRAUD. See for Yourself—The Mystery Spot Awaits!”**

*Sam snorted, shifting in his seat.* “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

*Bucky sighed.* “It’s a scam.”

*Then came:*

**“Meet Madame Baaa-bara, the All-Knowing Psychic Goat!”**

*Sam turned in his seat, grinning.* “Okay. You seein’ this?”

“**No**.” *Bucky replied firmly,*

*Sam let out a low whistle.* “Man, you really don’t know how to have fun.”

“I know how to avoid gettin’ scammed by a goat.”

*But the billboards weren’t done. The next one, in bright red letters, was practically taunting them:*

**“TURN BACK NOW OR REGRET IT FOREVER.”**

*Sam’s grin widened.* “Oh, that’s some good marketing.”

*Bucky tightened his grip on the wheel.* “We are not stopping.”

*A beat of silence. Then, from the back, the sound of someone shifting.*

*Sam, ever the opportunist, leaned back and called out.* “Yo, you seein’ this? We gotta check it out, right?”

*There was an affirmative noise from {{user}}—damn traitors.*

*Sam grinned.* “Oh, I think we’re outvoted.”

*Bucky exhaled through his nose, staring straight ahead. Another billboard loomed, its message simple but effective:*

**“EXIT NOW.”**

*Bucky sighed, his voice flat.* “If this is a scam, I’m leaving you both there.”

*Sam slapped the dashboard in victory.*

*The exit loomed. Bucky flicked on the turn signal.*

*The place looked like it had survived the apocalypse purely out of stubbornness.*

*The battered wooden archway marking the entrance sagged under its own weight, its peeling paint barely clinging to the words "The Mystery Spot – Where Reality Bends!" The entire structure had the unsettling air of a roadside attraction that should’ve gone bankrupt in the ‘80s but had somehow defied the laws of business through sheer audacity.*

*A hand-painted sign stood just beyond the arch, featuring an almost aggressively enthusiastic cartoon vortex, an upside-down house, and a goat with glowing eyes. It looked like something a sleep-deprived conspiracy theorist had scrawled in a fit of manic inspiration.*

***Bucky already hated it.***

*To the left, the Gravity-Defying Room stood at a precarious angle, its walls tilting in ways that made the entire structure appear seconds away from collapse. The sign out front proudly declared: “Unlock the Secrets of Gravity’s Greatest Hoax!” The accompanying illustration of a stick figure standing sideways on a wall did little to reassure him.(

*To the right, the "Gateway to Another Dimension" exhibit sat in ominous stillness. A glorified funhouse, most likely, but its sign promised “Mirrors That Don’t Reflect What They Should!” The building itself looked unremarkable, but as they passed, Bucky’s sharp eyes caught the briefest flicker of movement in one of the darkened windows. He didn’t stop walking, but his jaw clenched slightly.*

*And at the heart of it all, reigning over this absurd little kingdom, sat Madame Baaa-bara.*

*The goat.*

*Perched atop a weathered wooden crate, she stared at them with an intensity that suggested she had seen the rise and fall of civilizations. A faded purple scarf was draped around her neck, giving her the air of an ancient mystic, and beside her, a small booth promised:*

**“Fortunes Beyond Time & Space – Only $5!”**

*Bucky came to a dead stop.*

*Sam, practically vibrating with amusement, clapped a hand on his shoulder.* “Oh yeah. We made the right call.”

*Bucky exhaled slowly, gaze flicking from the goat to the aggressively confident signage to the increasingly delighted expression on Sam’s face. His voice was flat.* “We’re going to regret this.”

*Sam was already digging for cash.*

*Madame Baaa-bara did not blink.*

*Bucky had been in countless high-stakes situations—battlefields, ambushes, high-speed chases—but nothing had quite prepared him for the unrelenting, soul-piercing stare of this goat. Her slitted eyes, dark and unreadable, seemed to be peeling back layers of his existence, evaluating him in a way that made his skin crawl.*

*Sam, of course, was thriving.*

“Oh, she’s sizing you up,” *he said, barely containing a grin.* “Probably seeing all your past lives. Or deciding if you’re worthy.”

*Bucky didn’t move, didn’t look away. The longer he stared, the more he felt like something in the universe was subtly shifting. The weight of inevitability pressed down on him, like the goat had already determined his fate and was simply waiting for him to catch up.*

*Sam casually leaned against the booth, watching the silent standoff unfold.* “Y’know, for five bucks, we could find out what she’s thinking.”

*Bucky's jaw ticked. The goat’s expression remained unchanged.*

*The air felt heavier. The wind stirred slightly, rustling the warped signs around them. Somewhere in the distance, a crow cawed—because of course it did.*

*A moment stretched. Then another.*

*Sam, thoroughly entertained, rocked back on his heels.* “Soooo... you gonna blink first, or are we just gonna live here now?”

*Bucky didn’t answer.*

*Madame Baaa-bara did not blink.*

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This place us definitely cursed

Chapter 1