I pulled up front, carrying in the bag of groceries. I tried to cover them from the storm under my coat but the rain soaked right through. I didn't care. All I could think about was The Eating Tree.
Could the old man be right? I asked myself.
No.
Of course not.
I was still frightened by the screaming, nonetheless. Someone died. And a painful death at that. I couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going on.
Of course something strange is going on.
Someone was possibly murdered right out in the woods, next to our house.
I stepped inside the house with a nerve racking squelch from my rain boots. I leapt when I heard it.
Every sound seemed frightening to me now.
I removed kicked off my boots and hung my coat on the new coat rack.
Travis jumped off the recently placed couch to snag the groceries from my hand. Then he disappeared into the kitchen.
I proceeded upstairs.
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I had trouble sleeping that night. I thought of the old man and The Eating Tree.
These thoughts kept me up until around the middle of the night, which gave me enough time form a plan...
...A plan to investigate The Eating Tree.
