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Story 2

It was always there. Hiding from the human eye. It was a strange creature, which was difficult to describe. But one thing was for certain, it was dark. The shadowy creature was in all my memories, standing there vividly clear. Even if I was only two when it first showed itself to me, its pure existence stayed forever into my mind. To me, and only me, because I was the only thing that could see it, it was a bunch of shadows, wrapped around each over, continuously twisting and turning. It had no eyes, but I knew it could still see me.

My first memory of it was when I was under the age of two. My small, fragile body, standing there in the middle of my cot, watching the doorway. Its shadowy hands griped the side of the wall, and its head slowly appeared out of the doorway. It stared at me, and I stared back. That's all I remember. Nothing else from before, and nothing else from after. Later on in my life, I found a memory buried with it. It was the same, but in different point of views. I could see myself as a child, through the eyes of the shadowy creature. I could see my small body, standing in the middle of the cot, eyes locked with mine.

When I was the age of three, I remember playing with a spider on the window door. My small hands fiddled delicately with it, as it tried to get away from me. This time, I didn't see it. It was the only memory where I have only seen through the creatures point of view, and not my own. And yet, thinking back to it, I wasn't afraid, nor am I scared now. It has always been apart of me, and others may think I was weird like that. But honestly, I don't care.

My feet scuffled against the frozen concrete beneath me. The hair on my arms stood to its full end as I watched the sun rise from behind the mountains. The icy cold wind fiddled with my soft brunette hair, letting it flow behind me, and the snow began to melt, once the sun gently laid its warm blanket against the earth. The birds began to sing their morning songs, and the humble woodland animals came out to play.

My smile appeared upon my face once the warmth finally broke through the pine trees, and landed on me. I happily soaked it all in, enjoying every moment of the sunshine. The beauty of the woodland made my eyes seem brighter, and sparklier than before. I was home here. I belonged here, and not the rusted old town miles behind me. The creatures here where my friends, and not those fake girls back at the high school.

I hummed along with the birds, making sure I kept in tune with them. I remember the first time I sang along with them, how they all stoped once I hummed the wrong note. The forest went silent, and I could just feel millions of small eyes glaring at me over the fence, with so much effort. My small self had shrank back in fear of the worst. It wasn't at all a nice feeling to have when these wild, dangerous beasts glare at you. I had learnt my lesson, and I plan to never forget it. The little tune the forest creatures where making, ended when my feet gently laid itself on the forest grass and when the roar of a beast came from the distanced.

My actions came before my thoughts, saving me from hesitation. I rushed onto the concrete again, already making my way down the frosty path. It never accrued to me that when I reached the start of the street, I was safe again. It never does. When I came to a stop, I thought of what the village people have always said. The beasts in there are not the ones to be around. They are highly dangerous, and the village people warned each over about those who went in, never came back. It was a well-known rule to never trust the beauty of the forest, for its illusion of beauty would trap all those who came in its way, and the beasts would devour them. And when I had stepped off that concrete, it was no mistake that the beast had roared straight away.

A heavy stare sent shivers down my spine, which made me automatically spin around to face whoever was staring at me. My eyes didn't catch its large, crepuscular figure at first, as it blended with its obscured background, nor did I catch the glance of how close to the border it was. But in the end, I still saw it. Its whole wolf frame stood perfectly still, as a statue, long lost in an ancient forest. The sun that would usually shine through the forest entrance was obeying order from this mysterious form of existence, like it could control everything at a single thought. Another shiver escaped down my spine, before the wolf broke its perfect stillness, and started silently, paw after paw, stalking me. It moved without hesitation, keeping its eyes locked with mine, and mine seemed to be lost into its cold black eyes.

I felt dreamy, like everything my body was telling me to do didn't matter. I ignored my commune sense to turn back, and run. When its eyes went out of view of mine, was the time I came back down to earth. The frosty wind played with my hair again, and sent me goose bumps on my arms. A car travelled passes me, but I couldn't break away my view from the forest, where wolf had flied back into its safe haven. Not even the loud school bell, telling me that I was late, shook me back to my full senses.

Once again, I felt my body slightly swaying forward, towards the school. I couldn't get the wolfs eyes out of my head, nor could I forget how silent it was to the human sound. How my loud heartbeat in my head made me feel like I was out of place, how my whole existence felt out of place. Yet, as easily as those feelings had washed over me, I released them with the thought of me being late for school brought me back to my senses.