“Ames, where you at?” A breeze sent a chill over Carmen and she rubbed her arms. Moonlight poured into the kitchen window, flickering through the swaying trees. No reply came and Carmen decided to let herself in. “Amie! Better be a good reason you’re ghosting me.” Muttering under her breath “What’s going on Ames?”, she knocked on the door. She peered back through the window and saw Amie’s phone lighting up a section of the living room. It rang several times before Carmen realized she could hear a phone vibrating.
Carmen paced beside the door as she made the call. She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled to the contact Amie. She flinched at how loud the ringing was. Carmen pressed the doorbell as she continued to look through the window. She paused and looked through the nearby window. The wooden steps creaked as she made her way to the door. Crickets chirp from the dark forest that surrounds the house. A young woman – Carmen – steps out of the vehicle, into the cool summer night. With her breath visible in the cold morning air she let out another whaling shriek.Ī porch light flickers on illuminating the driveway, as a car pulls up alongside the farmhouse. The whites of her eyes piercing through her messy hair. She was shaking violently as she stared right back at the man. She was covered in blood and her matted hair covered most of her face. The man stumbled, as he stared back at the girl, unable to take his eyes off her. A small pale girl reached her hand towards him and shrieked. A slight movement in the ditch caught his attention. He dropped the phone and frantically tried to wipe the blood off. He thought he heard something whisper “help me” before the sobbing continued. A cell phone lay at the edge of the path as he knelt to inspect it, he noticed it was sat in a pool of blood.
“I told you to leave that damn cat alone.” The man searched the treeline as he made his way down the path towards the farmhouse. “Shadow, where you at boy?”Īfter going silent for several seconds, an unsettling sobbing noise emanated from the tree line. At the end of the path was a large farmhouse, set far back from the country lane. Once he had retrieved the ball he looked around, his dog was nowhere to be seen. “Ah damn it, best not be chasing that cat again!” The man grumbled under his breath as he broke into a slow jog. “Hey! Today would be nice!” Without taking the ball the dog took off down another path. The man watched as the dog stood over the ball and paused. “I don’t want to get caught in this rain, OK? So last one, yeah?” The man launched the ball down the path and watched as the dog raced after it. “Took you long enough,” bending down to pick the ball up, he turned and looked at the large golden Labrador that eagerly stared back at him. He heard rain as it began to fall and make its way down through the trees suddenly there was the sound of twigs breaking as something ran up behind him.Ī grubby looking ball rolled in front of him. A lone man made his way down a quiet country path, gravel crunched under his heavy walking boots. There was still a chill in the air, the morning sun was hidden behind dark rain clouds.