The Legend Farm

Mimic

"Alana, we were going to tell you." Sawyer said as he made his way up the porch, George walking past and inside the home. My eyes watered but I kept my focus on the blurring officer in front of me.
"He was found, here? Why and how?" I bombarded him with questions.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we're still investigating and we have a day planned out to question everyone on this property, including you." The man admitted to me.
"Me? Why me? I had been asleep." I said, flailing my hands around.
"Well, so was everyone else here, so we've been told." He said before walking to his police car.
Sawyer turns to me, "We were going to tell you, I was just-
"You kept this from me. Someone who was close to me, died on this yard last night and you didn't tell me." I spat at him, my eyes stung as I looked at his frowning face.
"Well you two didn't seem so close just last night." He scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing at me. I gasped before storming up the stairs of the house, Sawyer following me from behind as the family gathered around by the stairs, watching our feud.
"This is it, I'm finally going to leave." I said, grabbing my bag, putting it over my shoulder and heading towards the door before Berk stepped in the way.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because the police need to question you too, so you can't leave. If you do, they'll track you down and just put you in jail for leaving, it'd look suspicious." He answered. Dropping my bag to the floor in defeat, I looked at the family.
"Did you all know about this?" I questioned.
"Know about what?" Polly asked softly. As though Celeste knew, she took Polly and brought her to the dinner table to distract her with the meal.
"Berk told me earlier today." George spoke before going to the table to eat along with Celeste and Polly.
"Let me guess, you knew too?" I darted my eyes to Mike now who appeared shocked.
"Do what now?"
"Oh nothing, just that my ex-boyfriend was found dead on your property this morning!" I exclaimed, tears strolling down my cheeks that filled with heat.
He leaned on one leg, his hand resting on his hip, "Really? That's interesting." Glancing between Mike, Berk and Sawyer, I picked my bag up from the floor.
"I'm out of this place as soon as I get questioned." I gritted, stomping my way up to the bedroom and closing the door, locking it before finally digging my head into the cushioned pillow on the bed.

Eyes opening to a darkened room, I'd realized it was the middle of the night. Sitting up, I glanced over to the digital clock that rested on the nightstand and it glowing in red, reading 2:57 am. Making my way out of the bedroom and down the wooden stairs, my feet creaked the floorboards as I made my way to the kitchen. Getting myself a glass of water, I began gulping it down as it dribbled down my chin. My eyes stared out the window that sat above the sink, watching the empty yard. Empty, until it wasn't. I froze with the glass up to my mouth, watching a lanky creature, crawling through the yard. It crawled until it disappeared into the darkness of the barn. Sitting the glass down onto the counter, I walked towards the front door, peeking over the porch, my hands rested on the fence and leaning over it to keep the creature in my sights. Dead silence, until I heard something in the barn. Loud chewing, something wet. It was as if somebody was starving and finally got their hands on food. This had went on for minutes, until it abruptly stopped. Then, that's when I heard him.
"Alana!" Sawyer yelled for me from the pitch black barn. Opening my mouth to respond, I stopped myself.
"Alana, help!" His voice came out again, as if he were in distress. Turning around to rush off the porch to meet him in the barn, I bumped into a chest before being picked up, thrown over the shoulder and being tossed inside before they locked the door closed. It was none other but Sawyer, standing in front of the front door, breathing heavily with widened eyes as he stared at me. It was safe to say that I had the same exact expression as him.
"Sawyer? What were you doing in the barn at this time of night?" I questioned him in a whisper tone. As his breathing calmed down, he finally responded with a hushed whisper back.
"That wasn't me." He simply replied. The chills ran up my spine and creeped up the back of my neck.
"You yelled for me from the barn, you sounded like you needed help." I said.
He ran his hand through his hair, "Again, that wasn't me. That's what they do, they mimic people, phrases that they've heard."
"The creature, I remember now." I whispered aloud. He nodded, taking my hand and taking me back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
"I don't care how curious you are, you cannot go out there when it hits nighttime." He warned me as he watched out the window.
Sitting on the bed, I watch him peer out the curtain. "You think it saw me?" He stayed quiet for a moment as he watched out the window.
"No," he paused. "It already knew you were there before you could even see it." How reassuring. Hugging myself tightly for comfort, he turned around and looked down at me.
"You'll be okay?" He questioned me. I wanted to say no, but there was no reason to say so. I hadn't got hurt.
"Yeah, just a little frightened by everything that's been going on. I mean, my ex-boyfriend just died and then I see and even get to hear the creature that's been haunting you guys for years." I rambled on to him.
He cleared his through awkwardly, "Right, of course. Well, erm, we all have to go down to the police station tomorrow, so be up bright and early." He informed me before leaving me alone again.