The school bell sounded at a
startling decibel following the countdown of the children
in the classroom. It was Friday, and they were all elated
with the anticipation of an exciting, school-free two days.
Summer vacation was now only two weeks away, but for one
boy it would come sooner than expected, although, perhaps
not quite how he had anticipated.
Aiden and Blake had been inseparable
best friends since third grade, spending every waking
moment of their time together, playing video games, talking
about girls, and getting into trouble the way boys
generally do. They hung around after school playing some
soccer in the playground until shortly before dusk when
they finally decided to call it a night, and head home.
Both boys had told their parents they would be back right
after school, and had ignored a slew of texts from them in
order to delay turning in for the evening. Anticipating the
wrath of their angered keepers they decided to take a
shortcut through the woods to the east of the
Both Aiden and Blake were quite
familiar with the forest, they had grown up walking through
it, and playing in it almost every day of their short
lives. Little did they know at the time, for one of the
boys it would be his last.
Aiden stopped just short of the
forest. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but something in
the air that evening seemed a bit off. The moon hung above
them in a dim, eerie silence. The night was quickly
becoming frigid, and not even the slightest chirp of a
cricket, or scurry of a raccoon could be heard. The street
light to his left flickered for a moment, and then burned
out completely. Aiden jumped back with a brief
"Are you seriously afraid of walking
through the forest?", teased Blake, with the faintest shake
in his voice.
"NO!" Aiden defended, "I've been
through here loads of times, I just wish I brought a
sweater with me!"
With that Aiden started off into the
woods, and disappeared into the darkness. Blake hung back,
becoming a little uneased himself.
"Are you coming or not?!" Aiden
hollered out of the darkness. "Now who's a pussy? Get in
Blake went into a slow sprint and
caught up with Aiden just inside the woods. For whatever
reason it seemed like a completely different place in the
darkness. Trees almost seemed to be reaching out to
strangle you, instead of waving gracefully in the daylight.
There was no specific path on the floor of the woods, so
the boys made their way through the trees, and towards the
direction of their homes, as they would any other
For the first time since the two had
entered the dense, and for whatever reason tonight, eerie
woods, there was a sound. From what seemed like only a few
feet ahead of them in the darkness there was a loud snap,
as if someone had broken one of the branches off a tree, or
a bone from a limb. Aiden let out a brief high-pitched
sequel, akin to that of young girl.
"I guess you answered your own
question about who the pussy is", Blake taunted as he
howled with laughter. "You DO realize we're in a forest
right? Branches break all the time. I didn't realize I was
going for a walk with your twin sister".
"Shut up faggot!" Aiden chortled
back. "You could barely bring yourself to drag your ass in
here in the first place."
Aiden stopped dead in his tracks as
a sudden haze washed over him. His eyes glazed over as he
went into what could only be described as a heavy daze, or
deep trance. Not knowing what had washed over him, and not
really caring, his gut burned suddenly with a deep, undying
hatred. He was no longer fully himself, and felt a great
threat from Blake, like he had never felt from anyone
before. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he knew he had no
choice but to eliminate the threat, before the threat
"Too afraid to move now, pussy?"
Blake joked to Aiden. "Hey dude! Snap out of it, stop
screwing around and say something, your starting to freak
Moving briskly, Aiden said nothing.
He had nothing to say. He knew what he had to do, it was
obvious. His mind was made up. He guided himself over to a
brick that lay haphazardly near the base of a large oak. It
was shrouded in total darkness, but he knew it was there,
as if something inside him was guiding him to
Blake wasn't able to see Aiden
moving, but he could hear the crunching of leaves in the
darkness ahead of him... or was it behind him? He wasn't
sure, be he knew Aiden was near by. Before he was able to
think another thought, there was a loud thud, like someone
hitting a watermelon with a sledgehammer. He blacked out
and dropped to the ground.
Aiden looked down on his threat,
brick still in hand, he bent over and flipped his victim
onto it's back. Blake's eyes glowed a bright-white in the
moon light, bleeding into the forest from the treetops.
Aiden looked over his shoulder and saw a man. A man who was
at least 8 feet tall, and thinner than anyone should be.
His legs were like stretched out ski-poles, as were his
arms which were stretched out towards Aiden, like it was
anticipating an embrace from a long time friend. The man
was wearing a full suit, Armani? It wasn't important. Aiden
looked up into his eyes, only to be met with a face as
white as snow, but as featureless as a store-front
mannequin. Generally this would render one speechless, and
terrified, but the boy felt only comfort.
Aiden knelt down, straddling the
chest of his unconscious victim, and former best friend to
finish the job. He raised the brick far above his head as
if making an offering to a God, and brought it smashing
down on Blake's face. Flesh, blood, and splinters of skull
flew like shrapnel as he continued to repeat the process,
leaving his friends now unrecognizable face a concave pulp.
The job had long been done, but he swung down with one
final, refreshing blow, and stood up. He brushed the sweat
from his brow, tossed the brick off to the side, and turned
to face his new best friend.
Aiden walked with a skip in his
step, into the cold but welcoming embrace of the tall,
pale, faceless man. With a snap like someone breaking a
branch from a tree, or a bone from a limb, the two
disappeared from the night. The forest came back to life,
leaves fluttering, raccoons scavenging, and crickets
chirruping, as the sound of sirens sprang to life in the
streets just beyond the woods.