The kitchen

13 5 2
                                    

I woke up sweating with tears in my eyes. I looked around and saw Michael sitting next to me looking at a small doll on the floor. "What is that" I asked. "I don't know but I had a dream about that doll and then it was on the floor." The doll looked kind of like Toby but more depressed. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. None of the others were up but me and Michael. I got out the waffles and made 25 waffles. Most of the waffles were for Toby since he loved them so much (plz comment if you get that). I sat down at the with my waffles and some syrup on it. A few minutes later Toby came down the stairs and got a plate of 7 waffles. "Did you sleep good tobes" I asked. "I had a nightmare about being a puppet" he said with a mouth full of waffle. This surprised me, I wonder if the rest of the pack had nightmares. The kitchen was the cleanest room in the house. There was no blood or dust and nothing was broken. I went and opened the fridge to find another note inside. "He stalks us all, he is the king, but he is dead and ambitious, watch your back." I a shiver went up my spine as I read on. After I read three sentences I realized this was a page what looked liked a journal. It talked about finding dolls in the forest and hearing laughing. The last sentence was odd and a lot more nerving, "she called out my name but I couldn't tell who it was, then I saw him the puppeteer." The rest was stained with blood. I had to find that journal before what ever is in the woods finds me.

Author note
I am sorry I don't write all the time but I get kinda lazy ':) also I don't make them to long for similar reasons. =^.^= peace

The Black Berry Trail #wattys2015Where stories live. Discover now