Hunter Prey

two

being unknowingly watched isn't a fun feeling.

But for now, I ignore it, naively believing it's purely a critter of some kind, perhaps even a curious deer of kind.

I shake my head, pulling my suitcase from the trunk, before lugging it towards the porch. I ogle at the butterflies hanging around the vibrant flowers, in awe.

My sister follows, unlocking the doors excitedly, nearly jumping up and down.

I can't help but match her energy, giddy, my lips stretched into a childish squeal.

Our coo is weirdly synchronized as the doors leisurely creak ajar, the woody smell of pine and freshly painted chopped wood slapping us in the face.

Our steps are light as we step in, heads turning every way. It's kind of childish, the sight.

I kick my fuzzy slippers off near the door, scurrying up the stairs. "I claim the master!" I laugh.

I trip on a stair with an oof and I hear a burst of laughter from behind me. I purse my lips.

I gasp at the sight of the master bedroom, squealing happily. The bed is huge.

I plop on it with a soft sigh. Yeah, this is the stuff.

I get that prickly feeling again, the hairs on my body standing as I feel an eerie presence. I glance out of the window and go still at the sight of two beady, glowing eyes from afar. I can't entirely tell what it is, the sky dark and the trees silhouette to the creatures of the night. I still got the chills nonetheless.

The sound of my sister's voice dissolves me out of my daze, and I glance over. She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You hungry for some pizza?" She grins. I nearly drooled at the mention. "Do I even need to answer that?" I snicker.

We giggle.

"Should we watch a movie, too?" my sister hums, moving around the room curiously. I bob my head, nodding. "I say horror."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Double yes."

"Orla." She deadpans. "Ceceria." I resort.

"Fine, but I get to pick." She exhales deeply. I squeal, jumping up on the bed. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Tomorrow we should take a look at the lake. Apparently, it's eye candy. Only a ten minute hike from here." She grins, giddy with excitement. I laugh. "Okay, okay." I agree.

"Shoo shoo, we should wash up and get cozy. Unpack, you know?" I slip out of the bed. She nods, making her way out of the room.

I go towards my rose gold suitcase, popping it open. My amber eyes sweep over the contents, my mind swimming in thought.

I ultimately decide to put my clothes away in the mahogany dresser, and my shoes in the shoe rack in the closet.

I pick out a pair of snug, beige cotton shorts, and a beige oversized flannel, deciding against a bra (for comfort, obviously) and hurried into the cozy sphere glass shower in the connected bathroom.

I sigh softly, embracing the spray of warm water against my flushed skin. My thoughts wander, and my mind goes back to the chilling feeling of being watched earlier.

I shake my head.

After washing my hair, I step out of the shower,  drying my body with a fluffy white towel, moisturizing, before slipping on my pajamas.

I brush bristles through my long hair, leisurely making my way down the stairs as I watch my sister speak on the phone, probably ordering pizza.

I plop down on the large couch, taking the chunky knitted throw blanket onto my lap, snatching the remote from her spot cheekily. I glance at her from the corner of my eye, satisfied when I notice she's distracted still.

I search through the movies with lips pursed. There isn't really much to pick from, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

A peculiar named film catches my eyes. Hunting Season. I toot, my eyes swimming over the cover, which, granted, gives off the vibe of an eerie animal documentary.  The description alludes to anything but, though, describing something more like a horror movie.

I tilt my head as I glance at the rating. It has none.

No reviews or anything, just a description and cover.

I blow a curl from my face, silently debating.

My sister plopping onto the couch next to me knocks me out of my thoughts, though, and I glance at her. She surveys the screen, before letting out a sharp absolutely not.

I laugh.

"Oh come on!" I grin. She shakes her head. "Are you crazy?! It's literally based off of the area we're staying in, it's night, mind you, and we're two girls alone!" She breathes out.

I huff, amused. "Alright, alright. And you're supposed to be the older one." I roll my eyes playfully.

"Shut up."

"Nuh uh."

As soon as I finish the last syllable, a very audible creak sounds from a few feet away of the window.

Right next to the couch.