Why do I feel as though there is somebody watching me?
Every Saturday, Kate and I go for a walk in the woods on the other side of town, we’ve done so for over two years now. We meet at the old burnt cottage near the edge of the trees then go for a stroll for a couple of hours. But today is different, Kate isn't here, she’s usually here at this time, but today she isn't. I have tried her mobile three times and it just went to answer machine. Kate would never leave me standing here like this, even if she was having a family disaster. Where is she?
I decide to go into the cottage, maybe she is waiting in there out of the wind. She isn’t. I am getting really worried now, what should I do? I don’t want to panic anybody but my best friend is missing! I’ll go into the woods and if she hasn’t phoned me by the time I am out, then I will tell somebody.
As I wander through the tall, skyscraping trees, I suddenly feel more alone and scared than I have ever felt in my life. The beautiful wood now seems ominous and menacing. The slightest crackle or smallest bird is making me jump out of my skin. I know it is a ludicrous thought but…..what if Kate hasn’t just forgotten? What if she hasn’t just left her phone at home? What if, she has been taken?
I stop at a picnic bench at the side of the path to sit and clear my head. I try to convince myself that it’s ok. It was starting to work, until I looked up to see a tall, daunting man. He had a strange smirk on his face that was explained by the blood covered knife he held in his massive shovel like hands. I want to scream and flee from where I sit but I don’t trust him to keep that knife by his side.
“Where is Kate?” I flinch, but he doesn’t move.
“Kate?” He has a perplexed expression sitting on his face, “Oh her! Follow me and I will show you.” The spine-chilling smirk returns to his face as he waits for me to get up. I stand up slowly and follow him as he strides down the path, deeper into the woods.
Finally after an unsettling fifteen minutes of jogging after this sickening man, we arrive at an area of the woods I have never entered before. The ground is covered in buttercups, but if you look closely, you can see little spots of red liquid dappled in a trail leading to a wooden hut. He gestures towards it.
I walk inside expecting the worst, but I don’t find what I was expecting. It was a sight that made my blood run cold. Instead of Kate being dead. I find her whimpering in a corner with a little blood cover boy on her lap. Her brother.
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