The Tree House

Twenty-Eight

 "Baby, wake up. It's almost nine a.m." Georgie groggily opened his eyes and was met with the sight of his beautiful wife, Marissa. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up.

  "Thank goodness it's Saturday. I don't think I could've gone to work, even if I wanted to." He replied. Marissa beamed her bright smile at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving. Georgie rose and started with his usual morning routine. After dressing and eating he grabbed the leash and hurried to take his pit-bull, Kailey for a walk. He turned the corner of his street and there in the willow tree was a dark, ominous structure. Georgie's heart began to race and yet he felt compelled to climb the ladder once more. Inside sat the creature in the corner, crying its lonesome song. Georgie was not so quick to run in fear this time.

 "What do you want from me?" Georgie demanded. "You've left me alone for twelve years, why come back now?" The creature turned and Georgie was met with the face of his childhood friend, Billy.

 "Remember, Georgie. You need to remember what you did." Billy accused. Everything went black for a moment and suddenly he was back to that day when he was six. He was in the treehouse screaming about his head when Billy began to climb the ladder. Georgie didn't understand, he didn't remember this part. Billy and just gotten to the top when Georgie ran into him and knocking Billy out of the tree.

 Everything went black once more and when a picture appeared once more everything was grey and it was raining. Looking up Georgie saw himself at the age of six. He held a rose in his hand and was placing it over a grave with a blue baseball cap over it.