Elena Grossman
Welcome to CryptoVille

© Elena Grossman, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-6906-1

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Cryptoville, a ghost town. Which does not appear on more than one map of the world. His story is very interesting. It was built on the land taken from shamans and sorcerers. Local authorities did not like that so much land was empty. They drove all the shamans and sorcerers from the earth, who in turn cursed the earth. And in the city began to happen, something inexplicable.

People began to suffer from deadly diseases, children were born fused, Siamese twins. Sometimes people went crazy. All this lasted for centuries. Over time, people simply died out, and someone left and never returned. So the city was empty until the tourists came there.

“What a blurred road here,” Jack said. He was driving a Dodge. His friend Zack is opposite.

– I wonder how long to go? – he asked.

“Hey Jack, look,” Vincent pointed out into the distance. He took a closer look and saw a traffic sign ahead:

Cryptoville.

“He’s close now,” Zack said.

“Maybe we’ll find a treasure chest,” Vincent said dreamily.

“Ahahah, you know how old this city is, yes, it’s ancient, from the time of the cowboys, what kind of gold ahahah is,” Jack peered into the distance, hoping he would see the city’s houses, but he saw nothing but the road.

The sky has darkened, it should soon rain. Have time to get to the dark.

Jack was already closing his eyes.

“Zack, I’ll get some sleep,” Jack said.

– OK!

Jack stopped the car and got out of it, looked around, trees and fields surrounded the road. He looked ahead and saw the blurry roofs of houses in the distance.

“Guys, we are close,” he said.

And he sat behind the wheel.

– Jack, I wanted to steer! – Zak was indignant.

“Later, and now we need to get to the city,” he answered.

He started the car and turned on the gas.