My Lonely Beast

Fear of the Unknown

It’s too dark, why the Hell  I have been wandering in the forest at this time. I think to myself. 

Well too obvious, my step-sister, lost her little pony toy yesterday during our picnic and she won’t sleep without it.

"That little brat always tries to get me in trouble", I am muttering to myself.

My thoughts are interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps or are they something else.

Slowly I turn around, but all I could see is only the long tress and sound of leaves, jostling on this windy night.

I look up in the sky, it’s definitely going to rain, Damm, I curse to myself.

Maybe I should come tomorrow morning, she might already be sleeping for, as far as I know, I turn around to walk back to our cottage.

Huh Cottage, we live in a big bungalow, in the posh area, which is definitely not near any forest. Then where am I?

I am stopped in my steps when I hear a strange sound. It is howling, loud howling, I turn everywhere to see where is it coming from. 

My footsteps are now jogged, I am slowly running towards my house. 

“Luna” I heard someone scream, "Run". 

Now I am full fledge running and panting, Looking back, Looking everywhere. 

I could only see trees and grasses, in front of me. How far have I come?

I could hear that someone is following me. More than one person. 

I look back again, but this time I suddenly trip. The pain in my leg is too strong, I want to scream, but I cover my mouth with my hand, fearing the unknown. Fearing that someone might hear me. 

I am in great pain, pulling my foot up, seeing the injury, there is little blood. I am too absorbed in my pain that I don’t notice the forest has gone completely silent. 

I raise my head up. And there it is.