Night In The Woods

||•Possum Springs°||

In the year Granddad died, the highway extension came. The road through Possum Springs had been the only way to the state park. The high way took the traffic, but gave us Donut Wolf.

Granddad left me an apple crate of books. (He loved ghost stories.) And quoted them to himself on the hospital bed.

"They went looking for the gods, And died in lonely places."

On his last day, he sat up suddenly, and stared big-eyed through the window at the old empty mill. (Windows half busted out,) He turned to my dad eyed still wide.

"This house is haunted." He said.

And died.

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Standing blankley at the dull lights, Mae explored her surroundings with her large red cat eyes. She had on a long sleeved hot orange shirt with Ø on it. The sleeves we're red. Her dark green pants were high watered against her shiney black boots. She growled, her ear twitched twice.

"Well, this is great." She grumbled sarcastically. "I mean, I didn't expect a party or anything." She said continuing to talk to herself. "But I figured someone would be here." She mumbled. Her ear twitched again. She stood in silence for a moment.

"Welcome home Mae."

There was even a green tree there. She watched as the T . V turned on, portraying two people talking. She didn't care for the conversation much though. The screen showed two people's name. Garbo & Malloy. She could have sworn her father loved that show.

Adverting her eyes, she looked to the janitor messing with the door. Her black ear twitched with anticipation.

"Excuse me, but where is everybody?" She asked. She had a small tint to her voice that made it much more unique then others. The janitor on the other hand, had a low raspy voice that made Mae's ear hurt.

"It's 10:45. It's closed." He answered simply. "Not a lot of folks getting off the last bus to Possum Springs these days." He continued. "Just you." He lifted up his drill and began screwing around the door.

The old bird was much taller then Mae was he had an annoyed look on his face. He had on a checkered shirt and brown boots. His light blue father's ruffled as Mae started to speak.

"Isn't there supposed to be someone at the desk?" She asked.

"Closed." The janitor answered again.

"Why are the lights on? Why is the TV on?"

"I get spooked when I'm here by my lonesome."

"Oh."

Mae took a long pause and adverted her eyes somewhere else awkwardly. She walked away and looked at the large painting on the bus station wall. 'When did they put this up?'

(Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! There will be lots of these up all the time, so look out!)