I was lost. That seemed like the only thing that I knew. I was four by the way, so you would kind of expect that. I was going out with my family, but I got lost. So here I was, a night in the woods, lost and alone.
I saw a silhouette of a tall person, so I ran towards it. The man had no face at all and had a suit on, but I wasn't scared. In fact, it was the opposite. He made me feel safe and comfortable. I somehow felt home in those woods. Then there was somebody else.
'Come on, Slender. I really don't have times with you playing with kids. At least I do it quick.' I was sure that guy's face was white.
'Jeffrey, you go by yourself. You're done for today.' The tall man said. I swear that the other guy was smiling before he ran off. The man now turned to me.
'Trey.' The single word was enough. I didn't ask any questions.
'You belong here, in this forest. Come with me.' I was going to. I wanted to. He felt like a second father to me. I heard my Dad's voice shouting for me. I shook my head, and pointed to where my Dad must have been.
'I - I can't.' I turned around and ran to my Dad's arms.
Another time I could swear that if the faceless man had a face he would have been smiling.
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A Key To The Past
AléatoireA bit weird? A misunderstanding. A freak, that's a better word. Trey was always different. He always felt someone watching him, and many times saw a shadow which didn't look normal to him. When he draws he always draws somebody, or something, that h...
