The stranger awaits

Whos there? Or is it just me?

Hi, this is my first story, let me know what you think if you happen to come across it. Do you want me to continue it? Thanks please enjoy.

The crisp morning air whistled in my ear as I opened the short metal door. I took in the fresh scent of fall precipitation and chill. I could see an array of colors tattered across the lawn, yellows, and oranges mingled with a variety of reds to make it all pop. 

I felt like a little kid when I found myself gathering the leaves into a pile and jumping into them. The leaves embraced me more than anything or anyone and I could feel free. I began making leave angels when I heard a twig snap behind me. I bolted my head up and took in the scenery, it was 6:25, the morning sun was begging to come up for air. 

I could see the colors blend together, almost like the colors of the leaves around me. My eyes wander to the trees that have dropped most of their leave in preparation for winter. My head darts to the fat squirrel running up the tree that, quite oddly, has not changed at all. Not one single fall color lies beneath the tree, it is still green.

 I observe as the squirrel takes its walnut and hides it in the crescent of the tree and then scurries back down to presumably find more. I forget about the mysterious twig snap when I begin to hear leaves rustling near the back of my trailer. The world is quiet, yet it feels loud right now, like something is not right.

 I quickly crack my head up a bit, just curious if its an animal. I decide to head inside my home, to ensure that I don't die before I can see these grounds layered in the white powder, I dreamed up my whole life. I approach my trailer and begin trailing the small steps up to find my pig sitting at the door waiting for me. And before you ask, yes, he is a real pig, and yes, his name is pig.

            I quickly dump some slop into his rustic bowl, that has more age than him. I hear his snorts fade into the backround as I peer into my bedroom to see something glowing. The glow is faint from afar, but as I step towards the small, cramped room the glow is bright and eye opening. It's a flashlight. The flashlight has a red stripe of tape wrapped around the end of the flashlight, probably about an inch in width. I pick it up and click it on and off a few times before opening up the trailer door again and looking out. Has someone been inside here?

I look around my trailer to see nothing out of place or missing, just this flashlight. This ordinary flashlight, that strangely has a rough texture.

I spend the rest of my day, playing outside with pig and getting some yard work done. Mostly just play though. By the time nightfall comes, I feel more tired than ever and practically just crash into bed.

I awake to the sound of shuffling and a bang. I think it is pig until I hear the cold hard stomp of a boot. I then hear the trailer door slam shut and a flash of light, hits my eyes. I see someone walk off. I slowly get out of bed to take a look at the time. It is only 4:13 Am. I rub my eyes and go out into the main part of the trailer where my kitchen and living area is. 

I see pig go ballistic while snorting up a storm. I look around to see that my trailer is a MESS. Lucky charms Cereal all over the floor, fridge wide open, chairs knocked over. Someone came in and robbed the place is anyone's first reaction. But, who robs someone living in a trailer. My second reaction was maybe some kids were just trying to trash the place to get a few kicks. But, that couldn't be true because though everything was out of place I had noticed something new. A note. I picked up the note, it read:

Come find me.