20 years ago, to this day
"NO. WE WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS CONVERSATION"
"BELLE-PLEASE"
"I'M WARNING YOU"
"PLEASE"
A piercing shriek shatters the otherwise tranquil silence resting over the small, dusty town of Ajax. Birds took off from the sparse, gnarly trees and soared away from the source of their disturbance.
A fresh-faced boy tripped over his feet as he ran into the gritty town centre. He fell to his knees, drawing his arms into the sides of his chest. He tilted his ears to the rustling of the trees and rocked himself in his seat. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a worn Exacto knife. He ran his thumb down the edge a few times, perhaps considering what to do with it, but finally tucked it back into his back pocket. He picked himself off the ground and took a shaky look back towards the old farmhouse he had run from.
One step, then another, he crept closer to the side of the dilapidated building.
Peeked around the threshold...
To an empty room.
One more step into the barn and the truth was like a smack in the face. The ginger-haired lady had completely vanished from sight, leaving only her worn jeans and hoodie folded on the floor.
...She could have changed, right?
No, no. Her shoes were there too- and she absolutely HATED going barefoot.
Something was most definitely up.
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Sulphur and Folded Clothes
Science FictionA young boy with anger issues gets into pickles when people he's argued with disappear. Manipulation and mind wracking, the world this young boy is thrust into is not his dream home.