Chapter Five:
Hello Again
While the boy was dusting himself off, I took my chance and ran. I moved up a tree, finding a thick and large branch to sit on. Leaving wasn’t my intentional plan, but when he wasn’t afraid of me like everyone else I got a bad feeling that he worked for the same people who had kidnapped me so many years ago. I stared at him panicked for a minute then a slight anger started growing in the pit of my stomach. I growled lightly watching him search for me, and call my name like I was going to come to it. Like I was his dog or something.
When he had finally gave up and left, I followed him. Quietly moving threw the trees. The thickness in the leaves concealing me. When I reached the end of the woods I noticed he wasn’t moving to a car or anything, he had actually walked down the road the rest of the way and went onto the school property. He was a student, and was honestly not afraid of me.
Though something I hadn’t noticed was there was a black car parked outside the woods; hidden. The person inside had seen me as I moved out slowly from the thick leaves of the tree tops onto a thick, bare branch to watch the boy. The person had also taken a photo or two, before I moved back into the thick, dark woods that I lived in. The person in the car had then driven off.
The rest of the day I did was I normally did. Laid within the warehouse staring at the blood stained walls of the hall outside my room. Normally I would think about that day or how I used to be as a young child, but today all that was on my mind was that boy. Kurt. Had I hurt his feelings? Was he going to hate me now that i had ran away from him? So many questions, and none I had answers to. No one was ever not afraid of me, and i had never ran away from someone that wasn’t before so i didn’t know how Kurt felt about it.
So later that night, around the time 11 PM, I left my warehouse. I was dead set on finding that Kurt person and finding out a few things. Like why wasn’t he afraid of me. Or what he was doing in my woods to begin with. I am sure the people of the town had told him and his family about my myth. As I moved, I followed the slight scent that still lingered in the air from Kurt. I stayed within the wooded areas, as to not draw attention to myself.
After a while, I had found where Kurt lived. I know that is kind of stalkerish, but I had questions the needed to be answered. So I circled the house, hiding in bushes or moving fast to not bee seen as he looked around the building. There was no way inside and there seemed to be like no one inside. Everything was off. It looked like a house that belonged before the 1700’s. After looking the house all over, I had noticed that one room had a slight glow coming from it. I stood outside the window looking into it. I noticed there was also a tree near by, and if I jumped just right I could get to the window.
Moving over to the tree, I climbed up then got onto a branch that I thought was high enough. I stayed far back, before getting a slight running start. My hands and feet gripping the bark as I ran giving me some speed, as I leaped from the branch and flying threw the air towards the window.
I got closer and closer, my hands in front of me as he stretched as far as I could. I could feel the woods against my finger tips as I gripped it. I hot the siding, pretty hard I might add then climbed up. Inside the room I could hear someone jump then said person’s feet against the floor as they rushed to the window.
When the person opened the window I pulled myself up, tackling said person back into the room. As I got off the person, I noticed it was Kurt. I had found his room. He was actually wearing nothing but his boxers, which were a plain black pair of boxers. His body was muscular and slightly slender. When I glanced to the light I noticed it was his phone. I turned my head back over to Kurt, I noticed he had gotten up and was staring at me.
“What are you doing here?” Kurt had asked me.
I could only stare at him for a minute or two, before clearing my throat and standing up straight.
“I want to know why?” he said sternly.
He looked at me for a minute, completely confused about it. “I don’t understand.” he said softly.
I looked at him then growled. “Why weren’t you afraid? Why did you come to my woods? And why….why did you stay and try to get me to come back to you?” I asked.
What happened next, I just couldn’t believe.
