Steve walked out of his company's building, sighing deeply. He frowned as he parked in his house's driveway.
Something seemed off, it was unnerving. He walked up the path to the house, tasting the bitter taste of terror.
The front door was no longer there, it layed on the yard, hinges and all. As he slowly walked into his house, he saw that a ravaging creature had run through his house.
Walking upstairs he hesitantly made his way to his bedroom, he made his way down the darkened hall, shuffling with his heart in his hands. Reaching the doorway, he felt his hands falter, it was then in one of those few moments when time seemed to stop. Where the world stopped spinning, and the crow never released its final cry. His heart fell through his fingers, hitting the hardwood floor, shattering instantly with contact of the old oak.
He saw Rachel's face, looking as if she never was able to scream in time. Her eyes were wide open, and her skin was ghostly pale. Her other remains were strewn across the bed. He leaned against the door for support, he was finding it hard to breathe. He threw up, throwing up his emotions, anxiety, and panic. The bile left an unwelcome taste on his tongue. He felt distraught.
For a moment, he focused on his breaths, following a breathing pattern to distract him from the monstrosity. Steve ran from the room, sitting on the end of the stairs. He was overwhelmed with grief, his thoughts flipping through his mind, page after page. He almost forgot. He scrambled to grab his phone, relief filled him when he heard a low "Hello?"
"I came home early from work today, where are you?"
"I'm left school early, so I'm over at a friend's house." Jonah said softly.
"Dad are you home?"
"Yes" He said, his heart was in pain.
"Did you see it too?" Jonah whispered.
"...Yes." He said, clutching the phone.
"I-I can't believe she's gone." His son was silently sobbing on the other end.
"Give me the address of this friend's house, I want to see you, I just need to see physically if you are okay." He said, walking quickly towards the door.
"Okay, my uh-friend will talk to you to give you the location of his house." He mumbled, after a moment of silence, Steve heard a lower voice on the other end,"So we live right next to the forest, we live on Rivers street, its the last house, our house number is twenty-four, fourty-three."
"Wow, isn't that where all the higher class people live?" Steve asked, pulling out of his driveway.
"Yeah I guess, oh here's Jonah back." The friend said.
"So we called the police. We left before they got there." Jonah said.
He frowned, "Weird, they weren't there when I was at the house."
"I agree on the weirdness, what doesn't make sense is who would do that to mom." Jonah said.
"She lived a normal life, I don't think she kept anything from me, I mean, i've known her since high school." Steve said, growing emotional again.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, but there are a lot of things that aren't what they seem dad. I honestly don't know what to believe anymore." Jonah said, sounding aggravated.
"Jonah what's going on?" He said, worry was evident in his tone.
"We'll talk when you get here." Jonah sighed.
"Okay, just know that I love you, and i'm proud that you're my son."
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Torian Grae
WerewolfI glanced over at Torian in the hall, he had his backpack slung over his shoulder and was at ease while he talked to his friends, Torian Grae. He was the top dog of the school in a way. As I walked by, Torian and his friends all stared at me. His br...
