Author: Eden Beck
Category: Paranormal
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Someday I hope my life isn’t like this, and that day can’t come soon enough. But for now, I need to stay vigilant no matter how much it sucks.
The walk home is uneventful and I’m glad of it. No weird guys hiding in the forest hell-bent on spilled coffee vengeance, no howls or growls or any other such noises. In fact, the forest is unusually still. I don’t think I’ve even heard a bird since I left school.
Weird … again. A whole lot of weird happening today. But maybe I’m just skittish.
Even so, I pick up my pace on the hike back up to the cabin.
I honestly just want to forget about the whole day. I want to wash it from my skin, scrub it from my body even if it means I have to hike out to the outhouse-turned-pseudo-bathroom behind the cabin. By the time I reach the top of the hill, breathless and beading sweat along my forehead despite the crisp air, I’ve forgotten everything else.
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Including the unusual silence.
“Mom,” I call, my voice cracking from exertion as I turn around the last bend in the path before getting within earshot of the cabin. “Mom!” I call, louder again this time, so that she can actually hear me.
I’m about to call out a third time when I have to stop. My whole body, voice included, freezes in place.
There’s a man standing on the doorstep.
He must have heard me calling out, because both he and my mother turn to look at me from the door. I’m once again taken aback. My head doesn’t swim of visions of my father this time. The man standing in front of us couldn’t be more different. The very stance of his body, the slope of his shoulders, it makes him look like a different creature entirely.
Just like several other men … or more accurately, boys … I know.
This man, here at the cabin, looks exactly like the oldest of the three boys from school, Rory. I mean like, exactly like him. They could be twins … if this man was twenty-five years younger. There’s no mistaking that they’re related though, closely related.
About as close as you can get.
This man, I am certain, is who Rory, Marlowe, and Kaleb call father.
And if this is what Rory’s going to look like in his forties, well then, no wonder the girls at school go weak at the knees at the sight of him.
My mom waves at me and smiles from inside the open doorframe as soon as she realizes it’s me. The man beside her doesn’t smile. No, the look on his face is more like a grimace.
It makes me hesitate a moment, because for a second there, I swear I catch one of his teeth glint in the light … and it looks like a fang.
Whatever this man has to say to us, I have a feeling I’m not going to like it.
8
Sabrina
They say some people can tell when something bad is about to happen. Some call it intuition, others call it a gut feeling. I’ve learned the hard way to listen to myself when things don’t feel right, even if I’m the only one that notices it.
“Hello Sabrina,” the man says as I walk up to the cabin door. His voice is edged with unease and there’s a sharpness to his tone that seems intentional. How does my mother never pick up on any of this stuff?
I don’t answer him, instead I nod my head try to force a polite smile that never comes.
“Romulus here was just coming by to welcome us into the area and to give us some helpful tips. Apparently, he knew the original owners,” my mom says.
“Oh yeah? What kind of helpful … tips?”
The tea kettle starts to whistle, and mom excuses herself to run back into the kitchen momentarily to take it off the stove. Meanwhile, Romulus and I stand stiffly out front next to each other. I decide not to wait for an answer from him and walk up the steps to go inside with mom, but he grabs my wrist and holds me in place.
I turn to look at him with angered shock. I’ve had just about enough of people messing with me today.
“You should stay inside the cabin,” he says. His voice sounds more like a growl now than a voice. “It’s not a good idea to walk around in the woods alone. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”
I straighten my back to try and match his height and posture. It’s not very effective.
“Well, considering I have to walk to school—and hell even the bathroom is outside—I think what you’re suggesting might be a little unrealistic. Unless there’s something I should know about? Something here, in the forest?”