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II

I blinked. The boy had vanished. I thought it was my imagination tricking me. I checked My phone. There were 5 missed calls from my dad.
"Don't tell me," giggled my mum. "Your dad has called you a billion times!"
I decided to call him. Through the phone I could hear a small buzzing noise. Then the phone went quite, I looked at it, it was dead.

After putting all of my furniture into the house, I was sweating like a pig. My mum started to make eggs, beans and sausages. I only ate half. I was barely hungry. I looked out the massive dining room window. I could see the top of a church.
"Is that a town?" I asked.
"Yea its called Greenwood," she replied. "Might go there later."
I walked away.
"Let's set up my bedroom." I said grumpily.
"Its only for a few nights." She said.
A few nights of terror.