Chapter Twenty Nine
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"Let's head back before it gets dark." Liam squints up at the sky, the sun inching lower on the horizon.
"Yeah, I don't fancy getting lost in the woods at night."
"Or running into any surprises," I add, glancing toward the thick trees, my heart pounding.
"Exactly," he replies, his playful grin fading.
We start down the rocky path, and the chatter of birds fills the air around us.
"You think there's actually something out there?"
"I don't know. It's hard to shake the feeling."
"Trust me, if there is, we'll face it together," he reassures, his presence steady beside me.
"Better together than alone," I say, feeling a surge of gratitude.
As we reach the bottom, a rustling catches our attention.
"Did you hear that?" I whisper, my pulse quickening.
"Stay close." Liam steps forward, eyes alert, scanning the thicket.
I move beside him, the tension thickening the air between us.
"It's probably just an animal," he murmurs, but I can see the caution in his posture.
"Yeah… just an animal," I whisper, keeping close, peering into the tangled branches.
A dark shape flicks across the underbrush, and Liam tenses.
"Mauve ... run"
I bolt past him, heart hammering in my chest.
Liam follows, his footsteps steady behind me.
"Keep moving!" he urges, his voice firm, cutting through the stillness.
The sounds of rustling grow louder, echoing our frantic pace.
"Mauve, keep your eyes on the trail!"
Liam's voice cuts through the noise, and adrenaline is fueling my legs.
Branches snap, shadows flit past, and I glance back.
"What is chasing us?"
"Just run!"
His grip tightens, pulling me along. "Something's close!" I gasp, my legs pushing harder against the dirt.
Liam glances back, eyes wide, breathing steady despite our rapid pace.
"Don't look! Just keep moving!"
We dart through the trees, branches whispering against our skin, heartbeats synchronizing as we race towards safety.
I stay focused and just keep running till I reach the opening to the street. "What in the hell was that?" I turn to Liam, but he's not there.
A rustle behind me makes my heart drop. "Liam!" I call out, panic clawing at my throat.
He bursts into the clearing, breathless, and wide-eyed. "Are you okay?"
"I—what was that? We need to get out of here."
His gaze sharpens. "Let's get you back."
We stay pretty quiet on the walk back , the weight of the moment pressing between us.
"What do you think was chasing us?" I finally ask, glancing at him.
Liam shakes his head, eyes scanning the area, "probably a deer or something."
"Yeah, right," I huff, brushing a stray twig from my hair.
We get back to the house, and we say our goodbyes.
I rush upstairs and head for the shower.
The water cascades over me, washing away the dirt and confusion.
My mind races with thoughts of the woods and the hint of danger lurking just beyond the trees.
This town is so strange, that was no deer, what are people not telling me.
The door creaks open, interrupting my thoughts. Rose stands there, hands on her hips.
"What's with the ghost face? You look like you've seen a monster."
"More like I almost *was* one," I reply, shaking off the water.
She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell."
"Later. I need to process this."
"Alright, well, I'm making popcorn. Do you want some?"
I nod, grateful for the distraction. As she walks away, my heart races, the mystery of the woods lingering at the back of my mind. The shower shuts off, and I towel off quickly, the events of the day swirling in my head.
Racing downstairs, I find Rose in the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her hip.
"What's got your wheels spinning?" Rose asks, tossing popcorn into her mouth with casual ease, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I lean against the counter, swallowing hard. "We ran into something in the woods. Something big."
Her brows lift. "What do you mean?"
I shake my head, recalling the shadows. "I don't know, but it felt off. Like the trees were hiding something."
"You sure it wasn't just your imagination?" She shrugs, moving toward the living room.
"No. It felt too real. We had to bolt."
Rose considers this, her playful demeanour shadowed by concern. "And Liam? Is he okay?"
"He's fine."
"Let's not dwell on it right now. Movie time?"
We sit in the lounge, but my mind can not focus on a movie right now.
"I can't do this," I blurt, standing up abruptly.
Rose pauses, popcorn half-raised to her mouth, confusion painting her features.
"You can't do what?"
"Pretend everything's normal when there's something lurking out there."
She sets down the bowl, eyes narrowing. "What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know what it is, but it felt like something was watching us," I admit, my voice dropping to a whisper.
Rose furrows her brow. "You think it was something dangerous?"
I nod, gripping the edge of the couch, and that uneasy feeling creeping in again. "Yeah, and I want to find out what." Rose crosses her arms, her voice steady. "If you're so set on this, I'm coming with you."
"You shouldn't. It could be dangerous."
"No one's going to keep me out of this," she insists.
"Then we need a plan," I reply, pacing the room.
Rose leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Agreed. But first, we get some gear. Flashlights, snacks, and whatever else we need."
I nod, excitement bubbling alongside the fear. "It's time to uncover the truth."
"We will probably find nothing. Woods always seem kind of creepy," she laughs but looks nervous.
We sneak out of the back door so her parents don't hear us.
The night air wraps around us, cool and crisp as we creep toward the edge of the woods.
"Do you have the flashlights?" Rose whispers, her eyes wide with a hint of fear.
"Right here," I reply, holding the small beams up.
"We need to stick close," she says, scanning the tree line, shadows shifting under the moonlight.
I nod, gripping my flashlight tighter.
"Ready?"
She glances back. "Not really."
We head into the woods, and mist is thick, making it hard to see.
The trees loom overhead, their gnarled branches twisting like fingers.
"I can barely see anything," Rose whispers, squinting into the gloom.
"Stay close," I reply, shining my flashlight ahead.
Shadows dance in the corner of my vision, urgency prickling at my spine.
"We should go back," Rose whispers, her eyes darting nervously among the trees.
I hold up the flashlight, its beam flickering against the dark.
"Not yet. We need to find out what's hidden here."
Her breath hitches as she nods, determination set in her gaze.
"Mauve, i don't like this. We need to go,"
"Just a bit further, Rose. We have to see what's going on," I insist, pushing aside the unease clawing at my gut.
The leaves crunch underfoot, each sound amplifying the stillness around us.
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