Malick.
From the road, Nathan could hear the sound of loud m usic and as he got closer, he could see light coming from Lynn Field. He thought it was odd because Lynn Field was located right next to Grimm Cemetery. Aside from the old monastery, it was pretty much an open field, surrounded mostly by tall dead trees. “This is really taking forever to get there,” he muttered, checking the time in the truck. “We really should start storing gas out at the Devaro Mansion — and not just for the backup generator!”
When Nathan got close enough to see where the sound and the lights came from, his mouth instantly fell open. “What the?” he uttered in astonishment. “This is crazy — look at all the cars and the people. And where did they get that stage?”
He followed the trickle of cars that pulled i nto the section of Lynn Field that apparently served as a parking lot. “It’s normally dead silent out here!” he shouted as he parked the truck. Nathan decided to check his cell phone before climbing out of the cab and saw that he had several messed texts from Leah. “How am I going to find them in all these people? This is more people than I saw at last year’s homecoming!”
Grudgingly, Nathan climbed out the truck and texted Leah. Slowly, he allowed himself to migrate away from the pseudo parking lot made by the rows and rows of cars and he started to look for any sign of Leah or the others. He thought it was best to hangout near the truck in case Leah got his text me ssage and came looking for him. A few minutes passed and he noticed that the crowd of people dancing in front of him had grown until it nearly reached him. “Ugh,” he muttered and headed in the opposite direction toward the trees.
Nathan tried to watch the singer and the band on stage, but soon became blinded by the light show and frowned. “I don’t know what’s the draw to all this,” he said, but sudde nly, Nathan grew silent. “What is that?” Quickly, Nathan turned his head and then checked all around him. “Is that…? I swear that sounds like crying.”
Nathan turned to where he thought the sound was coming from, but it was hard to pinpoint its location, due to the loud music. “It sounds like its coming from the forest,” he mu rmured. Cautiously, Nathan inched forward until he noticed a cloud of greyish white smoke swirling around the base of the trees. It slowly filled the air. “Looks like the fog is rolling in….”
Nathan stood motionless, trying to hear the sound, and shivered when a cool breeze rushed past him. “It must’ve been all in my head,” he murmure d, but then he heard it again.
Quickly, Nathan turned in the direction he thought he heard the sound and a few feet in front of him, amongst the trees, he saw a wisp of what looked like a white flowing dress. It moved swiftly through the embankment of fog, g oing deeper into the forest. “That looks like a woman!” he uttered.
Carefully, Nathan moved forward, paying special atte ntion not to trip over any tree roots or fallen branches. He paused to try to catch a glimpse of her again. “I’m pretty sure that I saw someone.”
He was about to take another step forward, but stopped. In front of him, in the foggy mist, he saw what looked like a face and a pair of beady red eyes staring back at him. I nstantly, Nathan gasped. There was an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he started to walk backward. The pair of red eyes continued to stare back at him and then, Nathan tripped. “Where did she go?” he stammered, restoring his balance and looking up again.
He still had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he looked for any sign of her or the beady red eyes. “That was creepy,” he said, but suddenly, Nathan heard the sound of a branch snap behind him. Before he could turn around, there was an ice-cold grip on his shoulder.
“Oh my, God — Samantha!” he yelled. His heart poun ded against his chest. “You just scared the heck out of me!”
“Sorry,
From the road, Nathan could hear the sound of loud m usic and as he got closer, he could see light coming from Lynn Field. He thought it was odd because Lynn Field was located right next to Grimm Cemetery. Aside from the old monastery, it was pretty much an open field, surrounded mostly by tall dead trees. “This is really taking forever to get there,” he muttered, checking the time in the truck. “We really should start storing gas out at the Devaro Mansion — and not just for the backup generator!”
When Nathan got close enough to see where the sound and the lights came from, his mouth instantly fell open. “What the?” he uttered in astonishment. “This is crazy — look at all the cars and the people. And where did they get that stage?”
He followed the trickle of cars that pulled i nto the section of Lynn Field that apparently served as a parking lot. “It’s normally dead silent out here!” he shouted as he parked the truck. Nathan decided to check his cell phone before climbing out of the cab and saw that he had several messed texts from Leah. “How am I going to find them in all these people? This is more people than I saw at last year’s homecoming!”
Grudgingly, Nathan climbed out the truck and texted Leah. Slowly, he allowed himself to migrate away from the pseudo parking lot made by the rows and rows of cars and he started to look for any sign of Leah or the others. He thought it was best to hangout near the truck in case Leah got his text me ssage and came looking for him. A few minutes passed and he noticed that the crowd of people dancing in front of him had grown until it nearly reached him. “Ugh,” he muttered and headed in the opposite direction toward the trees.
Nathan tried to watch the singer and the band on stage, but soon became blinded by the light show and frowned. “I don’t know what’s the draw to all this,” he said, but sudde nly, Nathan grew silent. “What is that?” Quickly, Nathan turned his head and then checked all around him. “Is that…? I swear that sounds like crying.”
Nathan turned to where he thought the sound was coming from, but it was hard to pinpoint its location, due to the loud music. “It sounds like its coming from the forest,” he mu rmured. Cautiously, Nathan inched forward until he noticed a cloud of greyish white smoke swirling around the base of the trees. It slowly filled the air. “Looks like the fog is rolling in….”
Nathan stood motionless, trying to hear the sound, and shivered when a cool breeze rushed past him. “It must’ve been all in my head,” he murmure d, but then he heard it again.
Quickly, Nathan turned in the direction he thought he heard the sound and a few feet in front of him, amongst the trees, he saw a wisp of what looked like a white flowing dress. It moved swiftly through the embankment of fog, g oing deeper into the forest. “That looks like a woman!” he uttered.
Carefully, Nathan moved forward, paying special atte ntion not to trip over any tree roots or fallen branches. He paused to try to catch a glimpse of her again. “I’m pretty sure that I saw someone.”
He was about to take another step forward, but stopped. In front of him, in the foggy mist, he saw what looked like a face and a pair of beady red eyes staring back at him. I nstantly, Nathan gasped. There was an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he started to walk backward. The pair of red eyes continued to stare back at him and then, Nathan tripped. “Where did she go?” he stammered, restoring his balance and looking up again.
He still had an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he looked for any sign of her or the beady red eyes. “That was creepy,” he said, but suddenly, Nathan heard the sound of a branch snap behind him. Before he could turn around, there was an ice-cold grip on his shoulder.
“Oh my, God — Samantha!” he yelled. His heart poun ded against his chest. “You just scared the heck out of me!”
“Sorry,
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