Watchers
Chapter One
The boys, no older than fifteen, had wondered too far. The
thrill of walking through a graveyard was always too much for the younger ones
of the town, but they never stayed within the confines of the cemetery wall.
The garden was large, the house was small, and the old lady who inhabited the
old vicarage never strayed outside to stop them. She stayed in her living room,
surrounded by clutter that kept her safe. The children of Littlebridge knew
this, and ran amok through her garden. Though there was nothing they could
damage as Lydia no longer tended the grounds. No one did. The grass had long
ago grown too tall, it was now tall streams of golden hay, and to walk through
it would be impossible.
“What’s over there?” One of the boys called.
Far beyond the cemetery, and ruins of the old church, sat a
forest. It was thick with growth and brush, making it almost night inside. The
voices called in a whisper, only carried over in the gentle breeze that whipped
around them. One of the boys heard the whispers, an enticing voice beckoning
him to come and see.
“There’s something over there,” he shouted to his friends,
and ran off.
His two remaining friends watched on as he ran ahead. The
wind picked up, and bellowed towards them, they too heard the voices and ran to
investigate. Standing at the edge of the woods, they stared off into the
darkness just wondering what was in there.
Ben watched on from the sunlight strewn deck of the house.
The boys were too close and he knew there was nothing he could do. They were
not his to take care of.
The boys were nervous, the darkness held some eeriness that
made their hair stand on end. They looked at each other, egging each other to
go first. But, none would. The wind picked up again, the voices turned from
gentle whispers to shrill screams. It was that time of day where the sun was
moving around the trees causing the shadows cast to move. Ben watched the
darkness glide around like the hands on a clock, each second the boys stood
still the shadows moved closer and closer, until the silhouetted of the tall
Oaks engulfed them one by one. Once they were out of the sunlight it didn’t
take long for their silence to become screams of pain and horror.
All Ben could do was turn his back and try to block out the
noise, though it didn’t last long, it never did. When he turned back the boys
were gone. Every trace of them had disappeared just like their calls for help.
They were gone now, and they would not be coming back, and still there was
nothing anyone could do. Ben sat on the top step, watching the trees dance and
sway in the wind. Tonight would be a dark night, and that was not a good thing.
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