Willow
It was late at night. It was a chilly night, the moon was out, coloring the sky and the ground with glistening light.I walked at a slow pace down the sidewalk as the chill of the wind blew against my hair and hummed a whistling tone.
Lamps hovered over, only giving out a dim light. Some flickered on and off.
I wouldnt say I was out on a school night to get away from home, but that was actually what I am trying to say.Yes, its surely dangerous for a sixteen year old girl to be walking around at night by herself, but I wasn’t the slightest bothered of what would happen to me. I knew nothing was going to happen to me.
The streets were quiet and nearly no sight of anyone, but from time to time a car would ride past by.I had already lost track of time and there would be no way for me to keep track of time, since I forgot to take my phone with me this time.
Ive been walking nonstop for about who knows how long, but that doesnt matter. Right now, I just had to find some place to nap at for awhile before I had to go back home to get ready for school.
I kept walking and walking until, just up ahead, I spotted a figure standing in front of their house. Judging by the figure's movements, they looked hesitant on whenever to go back inside the house or to just leave.
I stop in my tracks as I watched from a distance as the person finally made the desicion on leaving as they started moving quietly away from the house and soon ran away.‘Hard time at home as well, huh?’ , I said in my head.
Just that thought made me wonder on why or what this person was running from, but I automatically shook my wonderous thoughts from my head.
Its not really like me to to wonder or care about someone else's doings, but my legs were saying otherwise because my legs automatically started following after the person just as they turned a corner.
I peeked around the corner and saw the person running straight ahead and then crossed a street that lead to the woods. Since my legs took me here, I decided to follow the person very cautiously.
It was hard keeping up with the person while in the woods. Having to stay extremely quiet while making sure to pay attention to where the person was going without getting caught was extremely difficult.
At this point, I was already regretting the desicions I was continuiously creating for myself.
After struggling for a period of time with my foot getting stuck in a large tree branch, I managed to get out of, I couldnt help but to curiously wonder why this person would want to go to the woods during the night. Its almost nearly pitch black without the moonlight.
I kept following the person until the person finally stood still in it’s place, the person’s back facing me.
I realized the person took us to a what looked like a dark abandoned home. It looked scary from front view.
It was a meduim sized dilapidated house that had broken wooden entrance steps, the door was ajar and looked very fragile for anything or anyone to touch , and then most of the windows were broken as if something was thrown at it and could see pieces of shattered glass all over the ground that sparkled as shown by the moonlight. But this was all that was shown from where I was and could see from the moonlight.
I realized the person, who I soon came to realize was a boy continued to stare at the house. Again judging by the boy's movements, he looked hesitant on whenever he wanted to go inside the house or not. I mean this time I wouldnt blame him, if anything who knows if there are any crazy people waiting for people like him to waltz in there so they can murder them.I hid behind a thick bush at a safe enough distance, where only I could notice him.
Finally making his descision once again, the boy bravely walks up the steps and into the house just like that. I hesistanted on following him at this point. Who knows what was in there and just because I said nothing was going to happen to me didnt mean I wanted something to happen to me.
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