Dreamnapfound/memories

❃Chapter 4-Gates❃

George jumped awake at the sound of the front door being flung open.

"I don't care anymore!"

"You can't stay here!"

"IT'S MY HOUSE!"

"Calm down. You need to be rational."

"No! I don't care, it's my house, not some stupid hallucination's!"

George sank back into his bed realizing there was no one he was going to get her to believe him now.

"You're just going to end up feeding the thing!"

"Who cares! I don't! Let it stay for the next thousand years!"

George climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. He walked down the hall and stopped by the door. "I'll be back soon." He bent over and pulled on a pair of shoes.

"Alright!" His mother looked past the other person in the house.

"Don't talk to it!"

George smiled as he opened the door. He didn't have much of a plan as to where he was going or what he was doing, but he needed fresh air after not going out the day before. The house wasn't horrible nor could you smell it at all unless you were stuck inside. In fact, most if not all the houses where he lived had the same smell. It smelt like rotting wood caused by water damage mixed with thick dust.

"How are we supposed to find this place?" Tommy looked between the others.

"I'm not really sure, I just know it's here somewhere."

"What if it's not around anymore? What if that's why kids started coming back?"

"Why would they lie and say they weren't let in then?"

"I mean think about it if you're able to live up here on your own it's almost as safe. If someone tries escaping the government is gonna hunt you to the ends of the earth unless you go to a few spots on earth."

"I didn't know there was anywhere else."

"I mean I'd definitely say this is the popular place because it's least likely for them to follow you at all. In fact, I don't actually know if they've ever chased kids up here."

"What other places are there?"

"I think some of the more adventurous steal boats and go to the Bermuda triangle. I think I've heard stories about when things started getting bad kelpies changed how they lived. They don't typically eat children as much as they do the people who chase the kids. The kids in Scotland have ended up living alongside them. The kids there aren't pronounced dead unless they're positive they found their bodies. The kids lure the government to the water in a chase then get on the kelpie. The kelpie makes sure to keep within the length of the people chasing them. The kids will often act as if they're slipping so the person chasing them thinks the kelpie isn't a kelpie. Once the person chasing them touches the horse in attempt the take the child they stick to the kelpie."

"Why don't they kill the kid?"

"The worldwide one-child policy has ruined their food source. Now they need larger food rather than multiple small meals. The only way they could achieve that is to work with their once food."

George walked down the road, street lamp lit the road due to the fact the sun hadn't risen all the way. He held his head down remembering his past experience with hallucinations. He stepped through a puddle that seemed to splash blood up his leg. Crickets chirped, or at least he thinks they were chirping. Thoughts of the past day ran through his head. He didn't blame his mother for thinking he was a hallucination. He glanced at the woods, perhaps if he could find whoever was out there he could testify he was alive. The real question would be if they would believe the stranger.