Father Of Straw

4: Shattered sleep

The sun came up, and Phil had only closed his eyes for a few minutes, after his imagination calmed down. He slowly pushed himself up and checked if the windows and doors were still locked. Philip rubbed his eyes on the way to the kitchen where the backdoor was. To his surprise the door was opened, the opening was only small but it made him already hold a knife close with a tight grip. Phil opened the door with his other hand, the creaking masked every sound around, it made it harder for him, he couldn't know who or what was outside. Once the door was fully open he took a look around the garden and checked the walls,  nothing was to be seen. It was a great relief for Phil, he losened his grip around the knife before the cramps could set in. As he walked outside the fresh smell of wet grass helped Gwin to calm down.The further he walked into the backyard the  more he felt relaxed, but the sound of shattering glass broke the trance created by nature. Within a second Philip  turned around to see what caused the fall of the cup, once again, there was nothing. With a sigh he walked back inside to clean up the mess, between the shards he noticed one of his burlap dolls. Phil kneeled down infront of it, he could feel the smallest pieces of glass pinning into his legs. Picking up the object he noticed it had eyes like no other doll he had made, two different colours, of course he quickly ripped them off, wondering how they got there. After he got up got off the glass from his knees and put his little burlap friend away on a safer place; he decided to clean the rest later, right now all Phil wanted was some rest. Maybe a walk could help, but It reminded him to much of last night.

But why would he let fear take over just because of his imagination?                                                    

Phil picked himself up together once again and decided to go for a walk anyway. Maybe all that happened last night was because he was tired? On his way Gwin thought about more and more excusess, just so he would feel saver that everything that he saw and felt wasn't real. Hours passed and it was like he had forgotten about everything, he was sitting in a field, watching the crows and rooks from far away, so he wouldn't scare them away. While more time flew by the skies got darker, the air got colder and a weak breeze flew through Phil's hair. The dark clouds gathered above the village, the raindrops started to fall onto his skin, it didn't bother him, he just watched the water roll off his skin. When it got to cold he went back home, he heard every step in the mud that used to be the road. While walking back he passed by the barn again, the doors were placed so he could just see if anything was inside, there was nothing of course, Philip didn't even know what he expected. He shook his head a bit before picking up the pace, he moved his hair out of his face and looked up at a big dark cloud that came closer within every second. When he looked back at the path he saw someone walking his way, but the rain made it hard to see their face. Gwin squinched a bit, hoping it would help to see the person better, it didn't work.

He moved away from them, he wanted to stay away from the unknown today...