I watched as Willow slept. Although, she might have just been pretending as I brushed loose strands of her hair out of her face. Her lovely, lovely face, I thought. But the calm didn't last for long. I still need to figure out what that was, I sighed. It was most likely a big stray dog, and at most a bear. Still though, how weird. I don't THINK bears normally attack humans, do they?
If so, we were extremely lucky, whatever it was. Willow shifted in her sleep. "Willow? Are you up?" I made sure to whisper quietly, as quiet as a secret being told. I didn't think she was sleeping, anyway, so what was the big deal?
"Yeah, I'm up. I guess I couldn't really sleep after...that," she told me.
"I know. I get it. It's- it'll be ok," I assured.
"I'm sure it was just an animal," her voice was sure, but her eyes said otherwise.
"Willow, did you get a good look at it? Whatever it was." She didn't respond for a minute. "Willow?"
"No, I didn't. I mean, I saw arms and legs, maybe? But I didn't get a really good look at it," she sighed. I still wasn't really believing her. She was probably shaken up. And I needed to stop being paranoid anyway. Willow wouldn't even make anything up about this situation. I needed to not worry. I needed to calm down.
"Alright. Do you know where it came from?"
"I don't really know about that either. I'm pretty sure it was in the-the place I was hiding, and maybe I scared it out?" She had tears in her eyes. I don't want her to cry! "I'm sure it's not your fault, and even if it is, you had no way of knowing, right?"
"Right. Right."
"Did you-did you-" I stammered.
"Can we please not figure this out?"
"I'm sorry. I just want to know, is all."
"It's ok." Although, it really wasn't. I looked out the window as Willow put her head on the pillow. And I saw eyes. small, white beady eyes, the same that were apparently plastered onto the face of what we saw in the woods
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Apodidraskinda
TerrorHide and seek, one of the most famous childhood games, and certainly a loved one. But what happens when it becomes creepier? When you hide scared, and you feel alone? What if you hide to live, but you also have to have necessary things to survive? A...
