I ran up to deck to find Romel. He quickly gtabbed ne around the waist, with an unconscious Nessa in his other hand, and he jumped towards the island.
He jumped from tree to tree, until he was tired. We were on the branches of a big tree, overlooking part of the island, the part from which we came.
I sat on the branch, and closed my eyes, escaping into my active imagination. I thought of us being telepathic, and accustoned to it already. I pictured us communicating mainly through telekinesis. That thought made me smile. As I slowly opened my eyes and looked over to Nessa, I saw she was slowly coming back to reality.
"Hey, Nessa", I thought.
"Where are we?" She thought, "What time is it?"
Romel pointed towards where the boat was docked and explained the situation. As we began to talk, we each came up with theories as to what's happening. My theory was that it was attracted to sound.
Sudeenly, there was the breaking of dried twigs. It was here.
"How does it keep finding us?"
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Prison
Short StoryRun and jump away, but there's no escaping, no hiding. It sees what it's target sees. It knows what it's target knows. Is there a way to escape? Read this exciting mind-twister to put you on the edge of reality being like a nightmare.
