The way home was fearful. I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder. Something was lurking nearby, I could hear it trailing behind, leaving a visible mark in the long grass. It was quite small, so I assumed it was a rabbit or bird. But why is it following? Doesn't it have somebody to go to, to bother? I emerged from the forest, unaware of the fact that I had gone a little off the path. It was a strange little campsite, but the previous inhabitants left their collection of mannequins behind. All of them were in a sitting position, facing towards the fireplace. The fire had long gone out, but they still were there. Of course they are still there. They cant move... I climbed a low tree, eager to find my way home. It swayed slowly, making it difficult to reach the top. I finally reached the top, and was surprised to see my house about 100 meters away. Climbing down, I saw a mannequin's head slowly turned, stopping directly facing in the direction of my house. I walked over and inspected it. The head was on a swivel, so it must have been the wind. I begin heading back, and whatever was following me returned, finally stopping a few meters away from the forest's end.
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Trees Can Watch Back
RandomA horror story written by me. Living in the same home they always have, strange things begin to happen to a small character with no significance. Or that's what they think. Cover designed and drawn by me
