“Mama!” Millie shouted as she ran down the marble staircase. The large manor echoed with her tiny, delicate voice. John, Mr. Peers, and Mrs. Peers sat at the dark oak wood dining table. It was decorated glamorously with crispy red bacon, bright yellow eggs, sweet smelling cinnamon rolls with a thin layer of creamy icing on top, and many different types of milks ranging from chocolate milk, to strawberry milk, to almond milk, to regular plain old milk. Millie ran into the dining room grinning from ear to ear. She was wearing her favorite pale blue overall skirt with a lily-white long-sleeved shirt under it. Her golden curly hair was pulled into two pigtails with blue and white bows tied around each. She hopped into her seat at the table and shoved two cinnamon rolls down her face and gulped down to glasses of chocolate milk. “Can me and John play outside?” she asked through a mouthful of food. “Of course!” Mrs. Peers laughed as she cleaned her daughters face.
As Mr. And Mrs. Peers cleaned off the table, Millie stuck two cinnamon rolls in her bag very sneakily. She grabbed her older brothers’ hand and ran to the back door. But before they could leave, their mother and father stopped them. “Remember, you cannot go into the woods. Even if it sounds like fun, you must not go into them. There are dangerous things out there.” said their mother sternly. She gave her children kisses on the head and they ran out into the massive yard of the old 18th century mansion. The children weren’t allowed to go into the woods because a tragedy happened to their parents the same way. Their mother’s younger sister had been killed in those same woods, and their parents were fearful that the same thing would happen to their kids.
The spring air was cold on John’s pale skin. Dew drops had collected on the grass giving off a fresh rain smell. John stopped running and took off his glasses to clean them. Once the square glasses were put back into place, he saw his little sister, standing one foot away from entering the woods. “Millie, NO!” screamed John as he ran towards her. Once he reached his sisters side, he felt an odd cold presence. He looked into his sister’s eyes and didn’t see the eyes he was used to. He saw a cloudy resemblance, like she had just been diagnosed as blind. John jumped back in surprise. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Her eyes were back to normal. Just as Millie was about to turn away from the woods, a long un-human arm wrapped around Millie and dragged her into the woods. John stared in shock, then felt panic rise inside of him. He had to get his sister back before mom and dad found out. So, he foolishly stepped into the woods, hoping to find his sister.
2 Hours Later
John was caked in mud. It had started to rain. John had been wandering for who knows how long. The farther into the woods he went, the darker it seemingly got. As time went on, he started to see and smell things that weren’t so pleasant. He saw bones, and the smell of rotting flesh tore at his nose. Up ahead he saw a clearing and… Millie! Millie was tied to a chair and had a gag in her mouth. John got closer and realized that Millie was passed out. Before he could run to her, something came out of the woods on his left and stood towering above Millie. John quickly jumped behind a tree and held his breath. It was the monster that he saw in the yard, the monster that mama and papa always told them about, and it was real.
The moment John heard the first crunch. He cried. Hot tears streamed down his face. He knew his sister was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. Once John heard the loud stomping of the monster walk away, he slowly peeked around the tree. Nothing. Millie was gone. The only thing that remained were the two little bows that were tied in Millie’s hair earlier that morning. John slowly crept forward and picked up the bows. He looked at them, there was longing in his eyes. John turned and walked. He didn’t know where he was going but he didn’t care. So, he walked and walked until finally he saw the family’s 18th century home, and the bright green grass that was always an escape to happiness. But now, not so much.
20 Years Later
“You can’t catch me!” screamed Lily. John smiled as he watched his daughter play. It was a warm April day and the sun was out. John’s wife and three children ran around the yard while John sat and watched them play. As he was watching his family run around, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He gazed into the woods. The ones he could not bear to look at for they had taken his little sister away from him. But this time was different. It was like his eyes were drawn to the woods. As his eyes searched for something, something he did not know he was looking for, he saw it. The tall slender body of the murderer that killed his sister. Its wicked sharp teeth were yellowed and as sharp as knives. The monster flashed a wicked grin at John, and then looked at his youngest son. Timmy. Just as fast as it had come, the monster disappeared. John stood up from his spot on the lawn. “Timmy!” he yelled, searching all over for his son, but he was nowhere to be found.
woods on his left and stood towering above Millie. John quickly jumped behind a tree and held his breath. It was the monster that he saw in the yard, the monster that mama and papa always told them about, and it was real.
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