Page 44 of Reaching Avery
I pulled off the main road and onto the grass beside the massive wall of trees before cutting the engine.
Quiet.
Sitting in my car, I debated on starting the sucker back up and getting out of there while I still could. I mean, what was I thinking? Avery might not even be there, and I would’ve come out there and chanced getting murdered for nothing. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, so all I saw were some of the trees where the moon shone on them.
And dark shapes.
Every scary movie I’d ever seen decidedthatwas the perfect time to pop into my head and play out all kinds of scenarios where I got chopped into a million pieces and scattered over the train tracks, or dragged into the woods by some invisible force and end up torn to shreds. Like the freaking Blair Witch.
Holy crap did that tree just move?
I blinked and shook my head before focusing back on the spot. I could’ve sworn something haddefinitelymoved. Wasn’t there also a legend about something called Slender Man? Who hid in the woods… and was tall and lanky… like the thing I thought I just saw.
A loud tap at my window made me scream and ball my fists.
The pale face on the other side of the glass freaked me out even more, and I swung at the window in a panic. Which was stupid, of course, because the glass was thick, and I hadn’t used enough force to do any damage to it. So when my fist hit, my knuckles cracked, and a string of curse words left my lips.
And all of this happened in, like, three seconds. But it seemed like it lasted forever.
I’m gonna die. And my last moment on this earth willnotbe me fighting to my death heroically. No, I will go out screaming like a little girl.
