An Anonymous Call

Chapter 14- Abstract

At the break of dawn, I sat cross-legged on the gravel, admiring the beautiful shades of red and orange. I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful scenery that was occuring right ahead of me. I've never seen anything like this before. I winced as the sun shone directly into my eyes, blinding me for a moment. The sky had changed from scarlet red into atomic tangerine and amber. 

It was riskless for me to return home now. I traveled back into the woods, listening to the crunch of gravel as I wandered into the depths of the forest. 

I had no idea to where I was going. I was moving straight, hoping that I would be back in my neighborhood in no time. I did not keep track of the veers that I took the present day. I was off-track. How was it possible for me to get home now? 

I stumbled across a cabin. It appeared deserted and rundown. I advanced towards it, hoping that no one was around, watching my footsteps as twigs snapped under them. 

The cabin was deteriorating. The walls were made out of timber which disintegrated over years. The roof was collapsed and the windows were hollow. 

I peered into the opening, observing the interior and floor. A chair with a leg removed stood steadily against the decaying structure. At the far end of the cabin, I spotted two polaroid photographs pegged on a bright red wire which hung from the sides of the wall. I kept my focus on those polaroids as I neared the door of the cabin. I thrust the door open, expecting it to swing to its side. The door landed with a thud on the decomposing ground inside, causing the nearby birds to flutter away. I strided to the hanging line, getting a closer look on those two photographs. 

The ends of both the pictures were stained with black paint. I focused on the photographs displayed. 

The first one was hard to describe. It was penetrated with a slender blade, piercing through a girl's face and stained with red fluid, which I supposed was gore, at the back of the polaroid. Only the girl's black hair was visible, so I couldn't detail the face. Although her features were not visible, she was distinct. She must've been someone I knew. 

I concentrated on the second photograph. The wooden peg that held this polaroid had faded its color. The metal had rusted. The girl's face in the picture was circled in red ink. I could see her face clearly. 

She displayed my features: my almond eyes, aquiline nose, cupid's bow, arched eyebrows and heart face. I was targeted. The calls were not an accident. The assault was for a purpose. I was an easy prey to capture. I was standing in their hideout, in their trap. I was stunned. The girl in the first polaroid was Channy. They had taken her down, disabled her for two days. They were planning to do the same to me.

Was John Doe working alone? Or had he had accomplices? 

I tripped over the three-legged chair. The chair was so fragile, it smashed onto the floor scattering pieces of sharp wood. I backed away from the chair, the photographs, and out into the cabin. I bolted for the forest. 

In the thicket of trees, leeches clung to my calves, sucking the abundance of blood they desired. I slid the leech off my skin with my fingernail, carefully dislodging the part they grabbed on. 

I arrived at the end of the forest. I was back where I had began my journey the previous day. I scurried onto the road, concealing myself behind bushes and tall grass. I found my way home, where it seemed back to normal. I climbed into the backyard and entered the kitchen using the back door. 

The vases were back at their positions on the dining table. The space behind the television cabinet was restored. My laptop was still under my pillow. The intruder had stolen absolutely nothing. He cleaned up the mess he created, not a difference could be told. There was no evidence that could charge him guilty whatsoever. The police would think I've gone deranged, accusing a person who I have never met before.