brown. Sometimes when people are born with this it’s not very noticeable, not so with me. Because my green eye is sea green and my brown eye is almost black, it makes for a strange effect. When I was little I use to think it was cool, but all that changed when I started kindergarten. That’s when the teasing began, and it’s never really let up though I’m almost eighteen. Personally, I think it creeps the guys out, like I have a disease or something. My mom said that if it bothers me that much I should consider getting colored contacts to even them out. But I say, ‘What’s the point in that’. Everyone in this crazy town knows the truth. What good would it really do? Besides, this is who I was born to be. I shouldn’t have to change it just because others react to it. It’s really their problem, not mine, right? I don’t care to be Mrs. Popularity anyway. I have my friends and that’s good enough for me—for now anyway.
That night I sighed in relief and stretched, happy to be finally finished with my homework. I’d been working on it for two straight hours, and my back was killing me. I stood, went to my dresser, pulled out my nightshirt, and stripped my clothes off. That’s when I had the eerie feeling again. I quickly pulled on my nightshirt and went to my window and peered out. My room backs to the forest, as do most houses in my neighborhood, so I’ve never had to worry about being careful when dressing before. But now, for the first time, it felt different. As I stared out passed the black trees I thought I caught a glimpse of movement in the dark. I gasped and ran out of my room and down the stairs to be in the comfort of my parent’s presence. I knew it was ridiculous to act so childish, but the last time I saw that movement was in my nightmare, and the image came flooding back. I purposefully stayed with my parents for the next few hours until bedtime arrived.
As I lay there in bed that evening, tossing and turning, my mind wouldn’t shut off. I started thinking about the nightmare and what I was doing right before I went to sleep. Had I read something scary? Then it dawned on me—I didn’t remember anything about that evening. I didn’t remember coming home from school, or eating supper, or even getting into bed at all. My heart started racing and I felt nauseous. Had it not been a nightmare after all? Had it really happened? And if it had, then what did it mean? Was someone out to get me? No, that was ridiculous. After all, someone had brought me home. The question plaguing my mind was who or what?
My eyes briefly drifted shut. I snapped them open and felt my vision blur. The air in my room suddenly felt thick and musky.
Outside of my window, I heard the howl, the same howl from the night of the full moon. Without further thought, I rose from my bed, exited my room, and walked quietly out the front door, heading straight toward the backyard. It wasn’t something I could control. I tried to stop my feet, but something compelled me forward. My breathing escalated the closer I got to the dark forest. I was terrified and yet I couldn’t seem to stop. Every step brought me closer and closer to whatever was waiting for me.
As I stepped into the forest, something snagged on my nightshirt, tearing it. I barely noticed as I continued to walk. Suddenly, I heard a small scream, and realized it was coming from my own lips as I was swept up and carried off through the trees.
What had a hold of me I couldn’t comprehend. It was a beast of some kind, hairy and big—very big. Was I his dinner? Please, God—no!
Chapter Tw0
Shae
My mom rushed in. “Shae! Shae, honey, are
That night I sighed in relief and stretched, happy to be finally finished with my homework. I’d been working on it for two straight hours, and my back was killing me. I stood, went to my dresser, pulled out my nightshirt, and stripped my clothes off. That’s when I had the eerie feeling again. I quickly pulled on my nightshirt and went to my window and peered out. My room backs to the forest, as do most houses in my neighborhood, so I’ve never had to worry about being careful when dressing before. But now, for the first time, it felt different. As I stared out passed the black trees I thought I caught a glimpse of movement in the dark. I gasped and ran out of my room and down the stairs to be in the comfort of my parent’s presence. I knew it was ridiculous to act so childish, but the last time I saw that movement was in my nightmare, and the image came flooding back. I purposefully stayed with my parents for the next few hours until bedtime arrived.
As I lay there in bed that evening, tossing and turning, my mind wouldn’t shut off. I started thinking about the nightmare and what I was doing right before I went to sleep. Had I read something scary? Then it dawned on me—I didn’t remember anything about that evening. I didn’t remember coming home from school, or eating supper, or even getting into bed at all. My heart started racing and I felt nauseous. Had it not been a nightmare after all? Had it really happened? And if it had, then what did it mean? Was someone out to get me? No, that was ridiculous. After all, someone had brought me home. The question plaguing my mind was who or what?
My eyes briefly drifted shut. I snapped them open and felt my vision blur. The air in my room suddenly felt thick and musky.
Outside of my window, I heard the howl, the same howl from the night of the full moon. Without further thought, I rose from my bed, exited my room, and walked quietly out the front door, heading straight toward the backyard. It wasn’t something I could control. I tried to stop my feet, but something compelled me forward. My breathing escalated the closer I got to the dark forest. I was terrified and yet I couldn’t seem to stop. Every step brought me closer and closer to whatever was waiting for me.
As I stepped into the forest, something snagged on my nightshirt, tearing it. I barely noticed as I continued to walk. Suddenly, I heard a small scream, and realized it was coming from my own lips as I was swept up and carried off through the trees.
What had a hold of me I couldn’t comprehend. It was a beast of some kind, hairy and big—very big. Was I his dinner? Please, God—no!
Chapter Tw0
Shae
My mom rushed in. “Shae! Shae, honey, are
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