That night Merlia slept with her son out of comfort and care. Clavin, her son, was tramitized from the kidnapping that had just happened in the household. In the house their famil consisted of Calvin, Merlia, and her, once, other child Elliot. The father of these people was normally out for a day or more. But never this long.
Merlia decided that day she would go into town with her son to report the insident of her kidnapped child and lost husband. But all she could do then was try to stay calm.
There was no one in the area to help the poor mother and son in the cabin nee deep in the forest. The nearest town was half a day’s walk away. There were no sign of any help they could ever have either. Their only logical option was to wait.
The night was quiet, almost silent, as Merlia tried with all her might to sleep. But all she could think about was the tyrant who stole her new born away from her. Where had he gone? By the time she had looked out the window there was nothing to be seen.
But that was the past, she couldn’t do anything about it now. She held on to Calvin in fear only to find tears tumbling down her eyes for the tenth time that day. She was overwhelmed with grief and complete depression. Her thoughts made her head as heavy as rocks and the tears and sobs made them pound on the inside as her head like sharp needles spiking at her temples. Yet she continued to sob quietly, uncontrollably.
She fell silent as the house did as well. Did she hear a window open or was it just her imagination?
were the next dereded sounds the mother heard as she slowly got up from the bed. Her son was still asleep. Did the window open or close itself more before locking it in place.
Creeking the floor boards as Merlia got down from the bedside, she started hearing footsteps.
Thud. Thun. Thun.
They were slow, but heavy, as if someone were dragging their feet upstairs. She looked up in horror, not knowing what to do. When suddenly there was a new sound.
She almost let out a yelp at the sudden sound. She looked in the direction it came from. It sounded like it was from outside.
The footsteps had stopped to listen. Merlia was now focused on the sound from outside.
Another, it sounded closer now but in another area outside. She turned around to it, hoping it was not the woodsman.
But when she turned around she couldn’t help give out a small scream before she could cover it with her hands.
Confusion stuck her as she stayed where she was, staring at what was not the hunstman but a tall man with an ax staring at her through the window.
She heard the footsteps upstairs again. They were faster now, running.