“I need to check something in the woods.”
“No way! Who knows what’s in there.” As expected, my mom wouldn’t let me. But I have to do this.
“What do you need to check?” Maybe my grandpa could help.
“I want to see something.”
“I could come with you.”
“No! You shouldn’t do something like that. You’re not as young as you used to be.”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m your father, not the other way around.”
“You’d really come with me?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Fine. As long as she’s not alone, I guess it will be okay. Just be careful.”
“Great. Let’s go.”
Yes! My grandpa will come with me, and I can go.
The two of us sneak into the woods, and step toward the noise. At one point, my grandpa stops to tell me to continue alone. He wanted me to explore alone, but needed my mom to allow it.
I keep walking deeper and deeper into the woods. It might’ve been a good idea to mark my path, but it’s too late now.
Then I saw it. And it scares me.
It scares me a lot.
And it is coming closer to me.
And closer…
And closer still…