Chapter 4: Superstition
That night, after I got home from seeing Barrett I grabbed a beer, went outside sat on my front steps and stared into the darkness. I brought the cordless with me and dialed my aunt’s number. No answer. f**k!
I shouldn’t get involved, was my first thought as I hung up and placed the phone by my side.
He needs to go to the police, was my second.
You will get hurt because, that’s what he does, was my third.
Isn’t that the way? Always putting myself at the end of the problem.
I finished my beer and stood to go inside when I thought I saw something move over by the trashcans that lined the side of my house. I was about to dismiss the sound to a stray cat or raccoon prowling for food but was immediately reminded of the tree and what I saw looking back at me.
Barre
