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Mr. Kane was watching his wife work in the colorful garden as he sipped his coffee from the comfort of the kitchen stool. He leaned forward to grab the newspaper that was lying in front of him; the coffee cup that was in his hand tilted and spilt over his pants, burning his leg. A loud “Damn it!” emitted from George Kane’s mouth but it was not the newspaper that might’ve caused the spilling of coffee, it was something else entirely. A mouse had run across the floor and startled George, George hated mice, he believed they were ‘vermin from hell’ his wife always laughed at this.
George Kane got off the stool and walked towards the cabinet, behind the counter where he was sitting at. His pulled it open and rummaged through it, until he found what he wanted, a mousetrap. He set it up carefully by where the mouse had come from, near the doorway, he was expecting it to return the scene of the crime, and mice always did that.
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, into the living room, and up the steps. He then walked straight until he reached his bedroom. He opened his closet and took out a fresh pair of pants. George then laid himself onto his bed and relaxed, and fell into deep thought.
George had always wanted to move away from this place but his wife insisted on staying. She loved it here; she always used to comment on how nice the surroundings were, green trees and wonderful flowers, a mild climate year round. George Kane on the other hand, thought the opposite, because they used to live in a place where the sun always shined and made the day warm, and where palm trees lined the streets and beaches. In fact, it was George who decided to move to this town, but as he began to dislike it, his wife began to love it, ironic, one might say. They had moved here because George wanted a peaceful place where they could live out their lives. George was retired, he was not old though, he had just suffered an injury at his work place and they let him retire early.
George lived with his wife in this isolated small town, although George kept saying that he might as well call it a village because the town wasn’t much known at all and practically no one lived there. The town was located deep in the cover of ever going woods, or so it seemed, because one could never walk to the edge of the forest in one day. The small town was just around two dozen houses and one small shop that sold basic foods and accessories. Everyone knew everyone and the town rarely ever saw or met strangers.
The town was like a suburban neighborhood because that was exactly how it looked like, except for the fact that there were no paved roads or the fact that there were little to no cars existing in the small town. Cars were not necessary anyways, because no one ever left this peaceful town unless it was required, like people needing more food, or if there was a dire emergency.
There was a small lake near the town, children could swim there during the summers and skate on during the winters. The lake would be mildly cool right about now, June was about to start, then again the lake never seemed to cool down too much. Except during winters, of course. The lake was positioned so that the sun always seemed to shine on it and keep it warmer; the lake was also in a clearing where there were not any trees.
Besides the lake, there was a Graveyard located about half a mile through the woods. There was a doctor as well living in the town, Dr. Hart.
The leaves were back on the trees now and the winds cool breath was sweeping the remaining leaves that were left on the ground from the wrath of winter away. One could hear the birds chirping again and the other forest creatures came back to life. The deer were running about and the occasional sighting of a rabbit was welcomed.
Another thought crossed George Kane’s mind, this thought was about the Millers who had moved away during the winter and no one had bought the house simply because no one knew the town even existed. But now George was staring at the “SOLD” sign in the front yard of the Miller’s house and everyone was gossiping about who was going to move into this house, all they knew was that the person that would be moving in would be a man, a complete stranger.
It was not everyday that someone new would move in, or for the least visit. Most people were curious and excited about this new member or their community; others were assuming the worst and were either dejected or angry. George was just disappointed that the Millers’ had to move away, the father of the family had been a dear friend of George’s and George Kane was quite fond of him. Something bothered George about the move; Mr. Miller had seemed more and more anxious to move away from the town more and more every day. There was just a weird feeling about it all.
“The daises are dying!” Mrs. Kane complained as she walked into the house with her green and brown stained trousers.
“Are you sure? I could have sworn there was nothing wrong with them.” Mr. Kane yelled downstairs.
George got up and went downstairs, and then out of the house. He examined the flowers, the daises did not look like they were dying; and then again, George was not a flower expert at all. George took his mind off the flowers and listened to the surrounding sounds. A slight roar of an engine hijacked George’s thoughts.
“What is that?” George Kane asked himself.
It came to him.
“The newcomer is here!” He yelled to himself.
“The man is arriving!” George kept repeating.
People came out of their houses or stuck their heads out of their windows. They all waited as the engine roar came closer and closer to the awaiting town.
The engine noise came to a stop. A man with a black bowler hat, black suit, and silver briefcase stepped out of the car. His hat was covering his eyes making his face undetected. Whispers filled the air. The man held his briefcase tightly against his side and he ambled toward the Miller house, there was silence. The man eventually reached the front door of the house and right before closing it he said “Good afternoon” and then slammed the door to the suburban looking dwelling.
Talking arose from every corner of the crowd.
“Wow! He’s strange,” A woman next to Mr. Kane mumbled, “It’s not even the afternoon.”
The buzzing crowd stood around until they could not think of anything else to say and then they returned to their houses, George had already been back to his house, he minded his own business for now. George peered out the window one last time and saw a mass of eyes staring at one house, the Miller house. George turned around and decided to continue his day as if nothing had happened while Mrs. Kane decided to visit her friends and talk about this new man in town.
Mr. Kane stepped outside and took the path west of the town, this path led to the nearby lake, which is exactly where George was going. He had volunteered to watch the local kids swim; it was the first day that they would be swimming in a long time. George kept walking and was accustomed to an occasional rustle or crunch that the woods might make. He walked casually down the path, staring at the sun; it was a good fifteen-minute walk.
A different rustling noise made George stop.
“Did I startle you?” A deep voice asked.
George figured it was the newcomer, the new member to their community.
“Uh...n-" George was cut off.
“I’m sorry.” The man said sharply.
There was an award silence so George began walking again but stopped shortly afterwards.
“Hey, umm...What’s your name?” George hesitated.
George turned around to face the voice that had been talking to him but it was gone.
The wind was picking up and so was George Kane’s pace. He wanted to reach the lake desperately; it was his opportunity to get his mind off everything unsettling. Finally, George came to the clearing and saw the children playing in the water; the other chaperone was now leaving.
“Thanks Kane,” Henry, an older boy of about eighteen said to George.
“Yeah, no problem Henry!” George called out.
George took a seat on a log that was positioned on the beach of the lake so that people could just sit and watch the children play or watch the sun set. George watched Henry walk toward the town and then continued to watch the kids. The day was slowly starting to drown itself away as George was watching the children swim and play. He himself longed to swim in the lake again. Soon George though Soon I can swim in the lake again...
The small, cool, slow waves, of the withering lake shuffled their way to the shore as the kids came and went. And all the time George was watching. He felt drowsy now as a cool breeze shot across his face. The day was becoming night and the moon was clearly showing and shining.
“All right now, kids, we have to go back now, it’s getting late,” George Kane called out.
The remaining echoes of laughter came to a stop. A few moans of complains were heard but most of them were ready to go back to town anyways. The wind slowed and the careful listeners could hear the sounds of night, the sky was clear and the stars sparkled. Even George had to admit that he wanted to stay awhile, maybe later George thought as he gathered everyone and set them out on the path towards town. There was something though, mysterious, even in all this beauty. It made Mr. Kane feel uneasy but he could not get a grasp on it. He hurried to catch up with the children.
Different sounds popped-up now that it was nighttime, it was an eerie kind of environment. The leaves still crunched and braches still broke but the ears were more attentive and the silence was unbearable. George began to hum. That was much better, the quietness was covered up by his happy humming sounds, and he smiled. He had enjoyed his day by the lake.
Something dark made George stop humming, he felt some kind of presence, fear struck his heart, and he began to sprint with all his might back to town, it was all so sudden. Crunch, Crunch, Crack, the forest was talking, three, two, one, BAM! It was over, his rush of fear destroyed, he had reached town, the kids were already there and they were retreating into the houses. Mr. Kane felt safe at last.
“You’re late” Mrs. Kane called to Mr. Kane as he walking into his house.
“Why? For what?” George questioned, as he gasped for air.
“Dinner,” Mrs. Kane smiled, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” George apologized by giving Mrs. Kane a kiss. “What’s for dinner?”
The couple ate slowly making small conversations here and there although most of them were about each other’s days others were about the stranger new neighbor. Both knew nothing and were stumped, they did not even know his name. The evening calmed down and then Mrs. Kane gestured that she was tired by yawning. The two agreed to go to bed.
A piercing scream, the shout of a banshee perhaps, it went on, the sleepy town woke up with sudden fright. George Kane grabbed the nearest flashlight and ran out of the house as fast as he could and followed the horrible yell of terror. One of George’s neighbors was standing by a cluster of tall trees, it seemed as though the whole town had gathered at the location.
“What is it?” George shouted apprehensively.
The scream just continued and George pushed himself through the shocked crowd. George pushed himself through the crowd until he reached the middle. Mr. Kane froze. In front of him was a contorted body lying on the leafy floor of the forest covered in sticks and stones. The echoing scream stopped and George’s ears rang. George could not see whose body it was because it was about twelve o’clock midnight and the darkness engulfed him. Mrs. Peterson was the woman who was yelling.
“What happened here?” George interrogated.
“M-m-...my boy is dead!” Mrs. Peterson stuttered.
The fear that had been in George earlier resumed its work. Henry Peterson was dead.
“Run for the damn phone and call the damn sheriff!” A profound voice called out, breaking the silence. “Run for the goddamn phone!”
There was immediate obedience as people scattered and ran towards their houses. George stayed and thought. Who could do such a thing? An animal or maybe...a human. George had a flashback of the day, which was now over. It hit him. Where is he? Where is the new guy, huh? George looked over to the man’s house; his lights were off as if he was sleeping, but how could he sleep through that screaming? He had not seen the man in the crowd at all.
There was a slight chill in the wind and George shivered. Slowly the wind stopped and there was absolute silence the once weeping were now just huddling around the body, staring. Some parents returned to their homes to comfort their children and then returned. George waited, and as he did his ears became more attuned to the noises, the environment that surrounded him, he heard every rustle, every breath he took in. George was considerably nervous because every single sound set off another wave of thoughts like “Who is there?” “Did I hear something?” “What’s taking the sheriff so long...?”
It was of no surprise though that anyone was late to get to the town but George still worried about the Sheriff, he worried about everyone. He began to wonder if whatever, whoever killed Henry was still out there. Mr. Kane kept reassuring that whatever may have caused this was long gone but somewhere in his mind he thought to himself that it was this new, strange man in the town. George stared into the darkness of the dark night.
A cold hand grabbed his shoulder and grabbed him. He jumped and turned around without hesitation his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
“Did I startle you?” A deep voice asked. As George’s eyes finally adjusted
“Oh! It’s you sheriff, well yes, kind of.” George stuttered
“Oh, well I apologize” The sheriff replied
“Well, it’s just that I didn’t hear your car pull up is all” George conversed
“I guess we better get down to business.” The sheriff said quietly
The sheriff’s voice was reassuring to George that things would be better and safer. The two jogged over to the crime scene and George repeated everything that had just occurred.
“Well that doesn’t happen too often, now does it?” The sheriff mumbled, “Eh, well you go on and sleep and everything will be straightened out by the morning.”
“Uh, alright” George yawned as he began his way back to his little home and his little bed.
“Everything is under control,” yelled the Sheriff as everyone retreated to their houses and turned out their lights.
The sun was shining in George’s face through the upstairs bedroom window. The window had a small crack in it from when it was hit by a small rock last summer. George remembered how the kids were playing outside once and were using rocks instead of balls for sport. Why did they use rocks? Mr. Kane did not know. The kids were an enigma.
Mrs. Kane woke up and George’s daydreaming was interrupted. They both were curious on what had happened the previous night and so the couple got up and gazed through the window looking to where the body had been lying. It was gone along with any sign of the sheriff.
George was optimistic and guaranteed everyone that the body was taken to a funeral home where they would patch the body up and return it for a funeral. People believed George and soon order restored. Soon townspeople went into mourning and talked to the Petersons.
There was something though. It was like an awkward silence but it kept its place even if there were people talking. Suspicion filled the air although no one blamed any one except the animals. The excuse used was that a bear came and got angry, the bear then attacked Henry and that was it.
A week went by. The body of Henry was finally returned; it was strange though because the coffin was somewhat just placed in a box and delivered the Peterson’s house. No one ever saw the deliveryman or the sheriff again. The funereal was planned for the following night and the town called upon its priest.
Everyone was dressed in black. It was about six at night and the ceremony began. The priest was saying prayers but George could not hear him because of the withering cries. George analyzed everyone at the funereal, everyone shedding tears. What’s this? George thought as he observed the mysterious man sitting in one of the green leather chairs. The man was glaring at the Petersons and did not look one bit depressed.
“...Amen,” The priest finally concluded.
“Amen,” The people who were not crying as much managed to say. The mysterious man in his black suit on the other hand did not speak a word.
The casket was lowered into the ground as louder sobs erupted. The man got up and left, no one noticed him though, only George watched him disappear into the dark woods.
At about seven o’ clock at night everyone ambled back towards town through the dark woods, most of which were still crying. George wasn’t crying at all, in fact he was concentrated on that mysterious man.
The wind was racing through the woods bringing a chill through the air. George shivered as he put his hands in his black linen pants. It was awkward, this walk, people crying and walking in the dark through the thick woods. George kept an extra eye out for anything that could happen. Sure, he tried to mind his own business but this was defiantly his business. A young boy had died and George doubted that it was an animal, no one ever was hurt by an animal, he had his mind on this man. What was he up to?
George ran ahead of the townspeople, leaving them behind. I have to find out what he’s up too. George ran until he reached the clearing of the town. He looked around like a wild animal hunting its prey. He went around until he reached the man’s house himself. George knocked on the door, waited, and knocked again. No answer. George went around until he saw a window. He peered through it; the lights in the house were off. George Kane was disappointed; he had no clue where he was. George walked around the house and that is when he saw it.
The basement light was on, it was dim and it flickered but it was nevertheless, light. George gazed through the window. He saw the man! The man walked around the basement. What was he doing? George wondered as he stared at the man. Suddenly the man jolted around and stared right into George’s eyes. The basement light flickered off. George Kane got up as fast as he could and ran away until he reached the front step of his house. George was breathing heavily by now, and not from the run, the fury in the man’s eyes had been unmistakably evil.
It was dark now, dark enough for an owl to unsuspectingly kill its prey, without notice. This was not that same darkness George Kane experienced every night; it was a darkness that was filled with fear. George felt the butterflies in his stomach as he sat down on his red cloth couch. He was waiting now, on the community to finish their trek.
George stared in front of himself he was lost in his thoughts as he watched the staircase. Of course by now George did not mind his own business and really did wonder about the man, more specifically – fear him.
A crack, a scream, and a thump made George’s head dart to the door. The butterflies were now bats in his stomach as he raced to the door. He unlocked the locks and opened the door. Mrs. Kane was lying on the grass.
Mrs. Kane started laughing as she slowly got up.
“Sorry,” She giggled, “I tripped over the table outside!”
“Are you ok?” George Kane asked, trying to reassure his self, for he could not see hat was funny, they had just returned from a funeral.
“Yes, yes, I think so.” Mrs. Kane repeated.
George took her by the hand as he started to walk her into the house. He wanted to make sure nothing else would happen. George closed the door behind his wife.
“You know for a second there I thought th-” George stopped talking. He thought he has seen something move in the shadows outside, a faint figure.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Kane questioned.
“Oh, uh, nothing, nothing, everything is alright” George replied but his eyes were still fixed on the windows. He was sure he had seen something. He took his wife up the steps and they got ready to go to sleep, it had been a long and hard day. By the time Mrs. Kane fell asleep, George was still peering out of the bedroom window, staring at the bright, yellowish full moon...
END PART 1
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And that's that. Don't judge it until 'judging time' actually starts please I might make MINOR changes.
But please - feel free to judge it in a non judgeing way (meaning, Undead & Fladian, don't judge it just yet)
Anyways I hope you enjoyed it.
-3,690 words incase your wondering
~Detsruction & the taco crew.
PS. This story is NOT complete - I don't have any intention of finishing it BEFORE the 31st either way.
Mr. Kane was watching his wife work in the colorful garden as he sipped his coffee from the comfort of the kitchen stool. He leaned forward to grab the newspaper that was lying in front of him; the coffee cup that was in his hand tilted and spilt over his pants, burning his leg. A loud “Damn it!” emitted from George Kane’s mouth but it was not the newspaper that might’ve caused the spilling of coffee, it was something else entirely. A mouse had run across the floor and startled George, George hated mice, he believed they were ‘vermin from hell’ his wife always laughed at this.
George Kane got off the stool and walked towards the cabinet, behind the counter where he was sitting at. His pulled it open and rummaged through it, until he found what he wanted, a mousetrap. He set it up carefully by where the mouse had come from, near the doorway, he was expecting it to return the scene of the crime, and mice always did that.
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, into the living room, and up the steps. He then walked straight until he reached his bedroom. He opened his closet and took out a fresh pair of pants. George then laid himself onto his bed and relaxed, and fell into deep thought.
George had always wanted to move away from this place but his wife insisted on staying. She loved it here; she always used to comment on how nice the surroundings were, green trees and wonderful flowers, a mild climate year round. George Kane on the other hand, thought the opposite, because they used to live in a place where the sun always shined and made the day warm, and where palm trees lined the streets and beaches. In fact, it was George who decided to move to this town, but as he began to dislike it, his wife began to love it, ironic, one might say. They had moved here because George wanted a peaceful place where they could live out their lives. George was retired, he was not old though, he had just suffered an injury at his work place and they let him retire early.
George lived with his wife in this isolated small town, although George kept saying that he might as well call it a village because the town wasn’t much known at all and practically no one lived there. The town was located deep in the cover of ever going woods, or so it seemed, because one could never walk to the edge of the forest in one day. The small town was just around two dozen houses and one small shop that sold basic foods and accessories. Everyone knew everyone and the town rarely ever saw or met strangers.
The town was like a suburban neighborhood because that was exactly how it looked like, except for the fact that there were no paved roads or the fact that there were little to no cars existing in the small town. Cars were not necessary anyways, because no one ever left this peaceful town unless it was required, like people needing more food, or if there was a dire emergency.
There was a small lake near the town, children could swim there during the summers and skate on during the winters. The lake would be mildly cool right about now, June was about to start, then again the lake never seemed to cool down too much. Except during winters, of course. The lake was positioned so that the sun always seemed to shine on it and keep it warmer; the lake was also in a clearing where there were not any trees.
Besides the lake, there was a Graveyard located about half a mile through the woods. There was a doctor as well living in the town, Dr. Hart.
The leaves were back on the trees now and the winds cool breath was sweeping the remaining leaves that were left on the ground from the wrath of winter away. One could hear the birds chirping again and the other forest creatures came back to life. The deer were running about and the occasional sighting of a rabbit was welcomed.
Another thought crossed George Kane’s mind, this thought was about the Millers who had moved away during the winter and no one had bought the house simply because no one knew the town even existed. But now George was staring at the “SOLD” sign in the front yard of the Miller’s house and everyone was gossiping about who was going to move into this house, all they knew was that the person that would be moving in would be a man, a complete stranger.
It was not everyday that someone new would move in, or for the least visit. Most people were curious and excited about this new member or their community; others were assuming the worst and were either dejected or angry. George was just disappointed that the Millers’ had to move away, the father of the family had been a dear friend of George’s and George Kane was quite fond of him. Something bothered George about the move; Mr. Miller had seemed more and more anxious to move away from the town more and more every day. There was just a weird feeling about it all.
“The daises are dying!” Mrs. Kane complained as she walked into the house with her green and brown stained trousers.
“Are you sure? I could have sworn there was nothing wrong with them.” Mr. Kane yelled downstairs.
George got up and went downstairs, and then out of the house. He examined the flowers, the daises did not look like they were dying; and then again, George was not a flower expert at all. George took his mind off the flowers and listened to the surrounding sounds. A slight roar of an engine hijacked George’s thoughts.
“What is that?” George Kane asked himself.
It came to him.
“The newcomer is here!” He yelled to himself.
“The man is arriving!” George kept repeating.
People came out of their houses or stuck their heads out of their windows. They all waited as the engine roar came closer and closer to the awaiting town.
The engine noise came to a stop. A man with a black bowler hat, black suit, and silver briefcase stepped out of the car. His hat was covering his eyes making his face undetected. Whispers filled the air. The man held his briefcase tightly against his side and he ambled toward the Miller house, there was silence. The man eventually reached the front door of the house and right before closing it he said “Good afternoon” and then slammed the door to the suburban looking dwelling.
Talking arose from every corner of the crowd.
“Wow! He’s strange,” A woman next to Mr. Kane mumbled, “It’s not even the afternoon.”
The buzzing crowd stood around until they could not think of anything else to say and then they returned to their houses, George had already been back to his house, he minded his own business for now. George peered out the window one last time and saw a mass of eyes staring at one house, the Miller house. George turned around and decided to continue his day as if nothing had happened while Mrs. Kane decided to visit her friends and talk about this new man in town.
Mr. Kane stepped outside and took the path west of the town, this path led to the nearby lake, which is exactly where George was going. He had volunteered to watch the local kids swim; it was the first day that they would be swimming in a long time. George kept walking and was accustomed to an occasional rustle or crunch that the woods might make. He walked casually down the path, staring at the sun; it was a good fifteen-minute walk.
A different rustling noise made George stop.
“Did I startle you?” A deep voice asked.
George figured it was the newcomer, the new member to their community.
“Uh...n-" George was cut off.
“I’m sorry.” The man said sharply.
There was an award silence so George began walking again but stopped shortly afterwards.
“Hey, umm...What’s your name?” George hesitated.
George turned around to face the voice that had been talking to him but it was gone.
The wind was picking up and so was George Kane’s pace. He wanted to reach the lake desperately; it was his opportunity to get his mind off everything unsettling. Finally, George came to the clearing and saw the children playing in the water; the other chaperone was now leaving.
“Thanks Kane,” Henry, an older boy of about eighteen said to George.
“Yeah, no problem Henry!” George called out.
George took a seat on a log that was positioned on the beach of the lake so that people could just sit and watch the children play or watch the sun set. George watched Henry walk toward the town and then continued to watch the kids. The day was slowly starting to drown itself away as George was watching the children swim and play. He himself longed to swim in the lake again. Soon George though Soon I can swim in the lake again...
The small, cool, slow waves, of the withering lake shuffled their way to the shore as the kids came and went. And all the time George was watching. He felt drowsy now as a cool breeze shot across his face. The day was becoming night and the moon was clearly showing and shining.
“All right now, kids, we have to go back now, it’s getting late,” George Kane called out.
The remaining echoes of laughter came to a stop. A few moans of complains were heard but most of them were ready to go back to town anyways. The wind slowed and the careful listeners could hear the sounds of night, the sky was clear and the stars sparkled. Even George had to admit that he wanted to stay awhile, maybe later George thought as he gathered everyone and set them out on the path towards town. There was something though, mysterious, even in all this beauty. It made Mr. Kane feel uneasy but he could not get a grasp on it. He hurried to catch up with the children.
Different sounds popped-up now that it was nighttime, it was an eerie kind of environment. The leaves still crunched and braches still broke but the ears were more attentive and the silence was unbearable. George began to hum. That was much better, the quietness was covered up by his happy humming sounds, and he smiled. He had enjoyed his day by the lake.
Something dark made George stop humming, he felt some kind of presence, fear struck his heart, and he began to sprint with all his might back to town, it was all so sudden. Crunch, Crunch, Crack, the forest was talking, three, two, one, BAM! It was over, his rush of fear destroyed, he had reached town, the kids were already there and they were retreating into the houses. Mr. Kane felt safe at last.
“You’re late” Mrs. Kane called to Mr. Kane as he walking into his house.
“Why? For what?” George questioned, as he gasped for air.
“Dinner,” Mrs. Kane smiled, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” George apologized by giving Mrs. Kane a kiss. “What’s for dinner?”
The couple ate slowly making small conversations here and there although most of them were about each other’s days others were about the stranger new neighbor. Both knew nothing and were stumped, they did not even know his name. The evening calmed down and then Mrs. Kane gestured that she was tired by yawning. The two agreed to go to bed.
A piercing scream, the shout of a banshee perhaps, it went on, the sleepy town woke up with sudden fright. George Kane grabbed the nearest flashlight and ran out of the house as fast as he could and followed the horrible yell of terror. One of George’s neighbors was standing by a cluster of tall trees, it seemed as though the whole town had gathered at the location.
“What is it?” George shouted apprehensively.
The scream just continued and George pushed himself through the shocked crowd. George pushed himself through the crowd until he reached the middle. Mr. Kane froze. In front of him was a contorted body lying on the leafy floor of the forest covered in sticks and stones. The echoing scream stopped and George’s ears rang. George could not see whose body it was because it was about twelve o’clock midnight and the darkness engulfed him. Mrs. Peterson was the woman who was yelling.
“What happened here?” George interrogated.
“M-m-...my boy is dead!” Mrs. Peterson stuttered.
The fear that had been in George earlier resumed its work. Henry Peterson was dead.
“Run for the damn phone and call the damn sheriff!” A profound voice called out, breaking the silence. “Run for the goddamn phone!”
There was immediate obedience as people scattered and ran towards their houses. George stayed and thought. Who could do such a thing? An animal or maybe...a human. George had a flashback of the day, which was now over. It hit him. Where is he? Where is the new guy, huh? George looked over to the man’s house; his lights were off as if he was sleeping, but how could he sleep through that screaming? He had not seen the man in the crowd at all.
There was a slight chill in the wind and George shivered. Slowly the wind stopped and there was absolute silence the once weeping were now just huddling around the body, staring. Some parents returned to their homes to comfort their children and then returned. George waited, and as he did his ears became more attuned to the noises, the environment that surrounded him, he heard every rustle, every breath he took in. George was considerably nervous because every single sound set off another wave of thoughts like “Who is there?” “Did I hear something?” “What’s taking the sheriff so long...?”
It was of no surprise though that anyone was late to get to the town but George still worried about the Sheriff, he worried about everyone. He began to wonder if whatever, whoever killed Henry was still out there. Mr. Kane kept reassuring that whatever may have caused this was long gone but somewhere in his mind he thought to himself that it was this new, strange man in the town. George stared into the darkness of the dark night.
A cold hand grabbed his shoulder and grabbed him. He jumped and turned around without hesitation his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
“Did I startle you?” A deep voice asked. As George’s eyes finally adjusted
“Oh! It’s you sheriff, well yes, kind of.” George stuttered
“Oh, well I apologize” The sheriff replied
“Well, it’s just that I didn’t hear your car pull up is all” George conversed
“I guess we better get down to business.” The sheriff said quietly
The sheriff’s voice was reassuring to George that things would be better and safer. The two jogged over to the crime scene and George repeated everything that had just occurred.
“Well that doesn’t happen too often, now does it?” The sheriff mumbled, “Eh, well you go on and sleep and everything will be straightened out by the morning.”
“Uh, alright” George yawned as he began his way back to his little home and his little bed.
“Everything is under control,” yelled the Sheriff as everyone retreated to their houses and turned out their lights.
The sun was shining in George’s face through the upstairs bedroom window. The window had a small crack in it from when it was hit by a small rock last summer. George remembered how the kids were playing outside once and were using rocks instead of balls for sport. Why did they use rocks? Mr. Kane did not know. The kids were an enigma.
Mrs. Kane woke up and George’s daydreaming was interrupted. They both were curious on what had happened the previous night and so the couple got up and gazed through the window looking to where the body had been lying. It was gone along with any sign of the sheriff.
George was optimistic and guaranteed everyone that the body was taken to a funeral home where they would patch the body up and return it for a funeral. People believed George and soon order restored. Soon townspeople went into mourning and talked to the Petersons.
There was something though. It was like an awkward silence but it kept its place even if there were people talking. Suspicion filled the air although no one blamed any one except the animals. The excuse used was that a bear came and got angry, the bear then attacked Henry and that was it.
A week went by. The body of Henry was finally returned; it was strange though because the coffin was somewhat just placed in a box and delivered the Peterson’s house. No one ever saw the deliveryman or the sheriff again. The funereal was planned for the following night and the town called upon its priest.
Everyone was dressed in black. It was about six at night and the ceremony began. The priest was saying prayers but George could not hear him because of the withering cries. George analyzed everyone at the funereal, everyone shedding tears. What’s this? George thought as he observed the mysterious man sitting in one of the green leather chairs. The man was glaring at the Petersons and did not look one bit depressed.
“...Amen,” The priest finally concluded.
“Amen,” The people who were not crying as much managed to say. The mysterious man in his black suit on the other hand did not speak a word.
The casket was lowered into the ground as louder sobs erupted. The man got up and left, no one noticed him though, only George watched him disappear into the dark woods.
At about seven o’ clock at night everyone ambled back towards town through the dark woods, most of which were still crying. George wasn’t crying at all, in fact he was concentrated on that mysterious man.
The wind was racing through the woods bringing a chill through the air. George shivered as he put his hands in his black linen pants. It was awkward, this walk, people crying and walking in the dark through the thick woods. George kept an extra eye out for anything that could happen. Sure, he tried to mind his own business but this was defiantly his business. A young boy had died and George doubted that it was an animal, no one ever was hurt by an animal, he had his mind on this man. What was he up to?
George ran ahead of the townspeople, leaving them behind. I have to find out what he’s up too. George ran until he reached the clearing of the town. He looked around like a wild animal hunting its prey. He went around until he reached the man’s house himself. George knocked on the door, waited, and knocked again. No answer. George went around until he saw a window. He peered through it; the lights in the house were off. George Kane was disappointed; he had no clue where he was. George walked around the house and that is when he saw it.
The basement light was on, it was dim and it flickered but it was nevertheless, light. George gazed through the window. He saw the man! The man walked around the basement. What was he doing? George wondered as he stared at the man. Suddenly the man jolted around and stared right into George’s eyes. The basement light flickered off. George Kane got up as fast as he could and ran away until he reached the front step of his house. George was breathing heavily by now, and not from the run, the fury in the man’s eyes had been unmistakably evil.
It was dark now, dark enough for an owl to unsuspectingly kill its prey, without notice. This was not that same darkness George Kane experienced every night; it was a darkness that was filled with fear. George felt the butterflies in his stomach as he sat down on his red cloth couch. He was waiting now, on the community to finish their trek.
George stared in front of himself he was lost in his thoughts as he watched the staircase. Of course by now George did not mind his own business and really did wonder about the man, more specifically – fear him.
A crack, a scream, and a thump made George’s head dart to the door. The butterflies were now bats in his stomach as he raced to the door. He unlocked the locks and opened the door. Mrs. Kane was lying on the grass.
Mrs. Kane started laughing as she slowly got up.
“Sorry,” She giggled, “I tripped over the table outside!”
“Are you ok?” George Kane asked, trying to reassure his self, for he could not see hat was funny, they had just returned from a funeral.
“Yes, yes, I think so.” Mrs. Kane repeated.
George took her by the hand as he started to walk her into the house. He wanted to make sure nothing else would happen. George closed the door behind his wife.
“You know for a second there I thought th-” George stopped talking. He thought he has seen something move in the shadows outside, a faint figure.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Kane questioned.
“Oh, uh, nothing, nothing, everything is alright” George replied but his eyes were still fixed on the windows. He was sure he had seen something. He took his wife up the steps and they got ready to go to sleep, it had been a long and hard day. By the time Mrs. Kane fell asleep, George was still peering out of the bedroom window, staring at the bright, yellowish full moon...
END PART 1
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And that's that. Don't judge it until 'judging time' actually starts please I might make MINOR changes.
But please - feel free to judge it in a non judgeing way (meaning, Undead & Fladian, don't judge it just yet)
Anyways I hope you enjoyed it.
-3,690 words incase your wondering
~Detsruction & the taco crew.
PS. This story is NOT complete - I don't have any intention of finishing it BEFORE the 31st either way.
