Night fell late and Philip was still outside, sitting in a chair. The lights in village went on one by one, Gwin's house was the only one that wasn't lightened. The young man leaned back in the seat and watched the lights leaving the doors of a barn. He saw the shadows dance around like it was a ball for shadow people. The longer he watched the lights started to become a blur, the shadows became bigger like they came closer and closer, utill they were close enough to leave Phil's sight black. He pushed himself forward and fell through the curtain of darkness, Philip fell onto the wet grass and looked toward the lights. As he got up again the shadows were gone, and the fields were filled with silence. Gwin rubbed his hands and decided to go for a walk towards the barn. He took a path between the cornfield, he didn't need a flashlight because the moon was the one which provided him the light. At the end of the field he had to jump over a ditch filled with water. The ground on which he landed was wet and soft, the could feel it through his shoes.
As he continued the walk the lights became clear again, but the shadows were nowhere to be seen anymore. Philip came closer and could smell the scent of hay. The door was still open when he arrived, when he peaked inside he could see the man. At first it looked normal to Philip, the man was just tying hay to gether. But then Gwin saw it change...blood leaked from the dried grass, it spread all over the dirty floor, surrounding the older man. Phil slowly backed away and felt his heart picking up the pace from fear. The man in the building didn't hear or see the young man infront of the big brown door. Phil couldn't get himself to stop stare at the disgusting sight. He finally turned away and started to walk, but everytime he blinked he could see the bloody hay. The way back looked different, it looked darker and it felt like something or someone could jump out in any moment. Every sound that could be heard in the fields became something monstrous; Murderes, homicidal creatures...their sharpened claws impaling the warm flesh of the human body. Each time he heard a noise was like a whipping for him to walk faster. The touch of the leafs of the plants started to distress him, it were like thousands smooth fingers reaching for him, every part of him. The faster he ran, the faster he got out of breath. At this moment all he could hear was his heartbeat. His fear grew bigger as he thought about the man, that he had seen him and followed him, he could be anywhere. He could be lurking in the fields, waiting to get Phil, so he could become part of the hay.
No matter what, Philip couldn't get his mind off that thought. Even when he was home safe and well with all doors locked. He still felt watched, he felt like he wasn't alone. Gwin turned on the lights and closed all curtains before going to his bed. The creaking noises of the wooden floor send shivers down his spine, it made it impossible for him to hear if he was home alone. When he sat down on his bed and the silence came back, which brought him to rest. Even though he had calmed down, he couldn't sleep. The touch of his moving blanket felt like someone was caressing him. Phil was frozen in terror, he just wanted it to stop.
He regretted going for a walk.
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Father Of Straw
Mystery / ThrillerA young man which has always had issues with his parents, finds an new father figure to make up the mistakes he had made in his past.
