Killing Kisa (a creepypasta)

Back to the Barn

On occasion, we orphans got to go on a "field trip". The term felt quite suiting actually, considering the only place we got to go to leave from this hell would to a barn, just a few hours away from the orphanage.

The seats were unkind to our backs, especially after Mother Terry's special treatment from last night. The bus ride was hot and miserable, despite this, I had to keep my smothering beanie on. No one can know..I do want to get out of here, but not by means of the Society. The sear thought of such a horrid place sent shivers down my spin.

Eventually we made our way to our immediate destination. A few feet in front of us stood a large majestic red barn with a silo standing next door to its back left. The orphanage would pay this location a visit every few months to stock up on supplies like gunny sacks and seeds of wheat and vegetables. Of course, they would be attended to by the labor of children. Parentless, unloved children.

We made our way to the red haven and I couldn't help but stare at the woods that surrounded the back end of the barn. Thick oaks and pines fighting for root room, greedily, so they could snatch away nutrients. Sure it may have been horridly hot within the thickets, but it would be well worth it if I could sneak into them for my escape.

And I  had at one point attempted this feat. However, it had failed. Mother Renee had snatched me by the wrist and told me if she caught me running off I'd be handcuffed to the bus and sit in misery, unable to do anything. Or if they were feeling pleasant, they would've  made me do precal work and indulge in every wrong answer, for they would sure cause my a literal pain in my butt.

Shaking away the memory, I lifted two heavy, stacked boxes brimming with supplies. I was sure that we didn't need this many supplies, that this was just an excuse to watch us kids struggle against the weight. But whatever the cause of this cruel torture wasn't important. What was important was to keep from getting your ass handed to you by Mother Terry. I can't wait until she drops dead. Now that would be the happiest day in my life. Then maybe, just maybe, I could make my escape.

The heavy wooden boxes weren't sanded down, so I was sure to have splinters. Not only that, but I could feel the strain caused by lifting these boxes were opening up the wounds on my back.  Grinding my teeth, I fought vigorously through the pain. I refused to allow them to gleam in the delight of me suffering. If they expected me to drag my butt, unable to handle the weight of these crates, I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. Pulling in my own weight, finishing the chore, my gaze fell into the depth of the woods beyond.

I had this feeling that someone or something was watching. Out of pity or of satisfaction I couldn't decipher. Whether the audience was friendly or not was another mystery within itself. Concealing the urge to investigate, I felt a strong calling to it. Something wanted me! And...it was kind of a homey feeling.

"No slacking, maggots!"  Mother Terry crooned pleasantly. Most of the kids were heading towards the bus, that much I could tell..but I couldn't move. I was frozen. Lost in tranquility. Up until Mother Terry yanked me off of my feet and dragged me into the bus. This ultimately meant that I would have a nice surprise waiting for me at home. Great.