The sky grew darker as the sunlight faded behind the mountains to the west. The sound of crickets began to emerge in the quiet hills, yet it didn't deter the old man from walking down from the highest land toward the settlement below.
He should have been home since earlier in the evening, but he had fallen asleep after gathering firewood. He struggled to carry the pile of wood on his frail shoulders. There were no other sounds except for his breath and his stumbling footsteps on the dry leaves.
Now the sky was completely dark, and the old man had no light to guide him home. Sweat trickled down his forehead. The sight of the village pavilion had still not greeted his eyes. But he was confident he would arrive soon, as he had traveled this path for nearly 50 years.
He smiled, faintly seeing a dim light ahead. Clearly, it was the light from the village pavilion. He quickened his pace, but suddenly halted when he heard a deep, frightening growl just a few steps behind him.
"Oh no, it's coming."
His heart raced uncontrollably as the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer. And then...
Creak!
The figure of the old man vanished and was never seen again in the village.
YOU ARE READING
The Nine
Mystery / ThrillerThis is about 12 students who are carrying out research work activities in a remote village. A village that hides a big mystery that endangers the twelve students. Can they all survive something that dangerous?
