I stumbled, catching myself on the stair rail clumsily, smiling guiltily.
"Oh you know, just Exploring the swamp.., frogs and junk." My dad raised his eyebrows "And since when did you start doing that?" He said.
"Since now.." I said, struggling to find the right words. I hugged him, since if i found the loop, I guess I wouldn't be seeing my dad for a while now.
He just looked at me. I let go and ran out the door before something else happened. I went down the porch steps, starting to walk down the long dirt drive. My cat, bear, meowed to me as I passed. "Bye Bear." I said to him, walking through the garden. I heard him meow in response as I was a distance away. The wind blew In my face, Making the fall leaves rustle in the undergrowth of trees. After a while, I was finally at the marsh. I waded into the knee-high water, taking out Grandpa Portman's short notes I snuck Into my Jacket pocket. I read the first one: Once I found Emma... (The note went on) "Wrong one.." I murmured to myself, Searching through the slips of paper of photos, letters, and notes. "Crap...!" I dropped some In the water, The writing in pen starting to blur together; Floating on-top of the glistening surface. I picked up the wet, Floppy, useless paper and shoved It into my trousers pocket. I glanced up. There was a creature, with rotting flesh, dark orange eyes; almost red, with large tentacles slithering out of It's mouth. "Oh..my...lord" I managed to sputter out, In my extremely horrified state. It ran closer to me on all fours. It was almost like a human, but a monster at the same time. "Stop!" I screamed at It, My voice deepening and speaking in another language I didn't understand; And I've never spoke that way In my entire life.
It Stopped. I took this chance to quickly pull some of Grandpa Portman's photos out of my pocket, quickly and shakily glancing through them, coming across a photo with a creature that looked much like this one. At the top it had the word written "Hollow." .
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Hideaway, Miss Ptarmigans home for peculiar children
أدب الهواةHis large hands clenching around my mouth, so I couldn't command my hollow. I kicked furiously, and I elbowed him hard in the stomach, letting me go. I yelled at my hollow "get them." ...
