The Mooface (a horror story)

Chapter Four

THE MOOFACE'S POINT OF VIEW

I transport out of Emma's room. I cringe at the memory of her girly scent that poisoned the whole apartment. I end up in the same place that Holland is stuck in.

I hate them. I hate them. I hate them.

The thought is replayed in my mind again and again. The desire to get revenge burns brightly throughout me. My heart flourishes with bitter, black ink every time I think of them. I used to get flashbacks of them running away from me, but seeing them again in real life is more horrifyingly disgusting then anything I have ever experienced.

I H-A-T-E T-H-E-M

What they did to me is unforgettable. I bet that don't even know what they did to me. Even the thought of it can force raging tears to my eyes. Ugh. I shiver in disgust.

I finally begin to calm the fire pulsing through my veins by focusing on the sound of the crunching of twigs and the cackling leaves. I look up slowly and see an amber sunset that melted in to a violet colored sky. The night makes me feel powerful. Almost 24 hours. I evilly think and then I trip over a rock. "Ow..." I mutter as I wipe off the blood and dirt off my knee.

I keep running ungracefully through the woods until I hear a faint voice. "Hol!" Emma's voice sounded frail yet powerful somehow when she screamed. Pfft... It's about time she realized something was missing... "HOLAND DOODLE McCHICKEN!!!" I listen to her say just about every form of Holland's name, cringing almost every time Emma opened her mouth. How pathetic.

I turn around and see Holland with headphones arched around the top of her head. the white as fresh snow wires plugged in to an iPhone, that was probably blasting a song from some cheesy boy band. Her eyes look like dark blue cotton candy, and I hate cotton candy. Holland bobbed her head to the tune and muttered the lyrics. What the... is she crying? Probably about being outside or the song. How could anyone be so clueless? My chubby, pale hands reach up to grab my forehead as I shake my head in disappointment.

I dash away, almost getting caught. I hide behind a pine tree a couple yards away. My palm brushes the sap drooling out of the tree. I clamp my hands together and then I spread them apart. I frown at the texture of it. It feels like my hands have been dipped in melted marshmallows or maple syrup. I decide to ignore it for now and wipe it off on my dress dotted with childish flowers with a dirty yellow canvas. I notice that my dress now has more of a bloody, dusty and sticky look now. Whatever.

The temperature goes down extremely fast. It feels like a million tiny frozen knives are teasing my skin. I hate the cold even after death. As I make my way back to Holland I see that the sticks are making little holes around the circumference of my dress that looked almost surgical. All of the holes are similar shapes. I see that even though it is still vaguely light outside the moon is quite visible. It looks like a pearly white crayon melted in to a sphere and sprinkled in silver sparkles, like a kindergarteners special art project.

I get to Holland and make myself look invisible with my magical spirit powers.

"Hello Holland." I say as casual as possible.

She removes her headphones and looks up. Holland breathes in heavily and says

"Uh?" She shakes her head as if telling herself that it was just her imagination.

"It's not your imagination." I say as Holland freezes in the middle of putting her headphones on again.

"It's okay... I just came here to warn you. I'm not going to tell you what I'm warning you about, but bad thing will happen to you." I try my best to keep my words sound flat and emotionless as possible..

"You're that old lady from the store aren't you." Her voice sounds hoarse. She is clever, but not clever enough.

"That's correct." I say.

"Mooface." Holland says almost inaudibly. She must of read the name tag at the store.

Holland suddenly starts screaming. Screaming like there was some one trying to kill her. She backed away and a fast pace until she hit a nearby tree. So I scream back at her in a teasing way. Then she pointed at the ground and yells "O MY GAWD A SPIDER!"

And I laugh and leave.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Whoops that took a forever for me to update. This was a filler chapter to. Whatever. Next chapter will be better.

DFTBA!

-Drey or Drew