Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
One Month Later
Jeremy McAllister woke up.
Sweating.
He looked all around him .
Dark inside his bedroom.
He sighed, with relief.
He was safe inside his own bedroom.
Safe beneath the blankets.
Only thing he was aware of was silence.
Silence inside the bedroom.
All he could hear was the alarm clock ticking beside his bed.
And his own heart beating really really fast.
He had just woken up.
From a nightmare.
A nightmare he had been having every night.
For a month.
He looked towards his bedroom window.
The curtains had been pulled over the window.
His heart was beating a little bit slower.
He knew he was safe.
Or rather felt safe.
He got up from his bed, turning on the bedroom light switch.
He felt he needed to turn the lights on.
He started looking all over his room.
His eyes caught one of his own portraits hanging on the wall.
And then he caught another one.
And another one.
In fact his wall was full of his portraits.
This brought joy to himself.
He was smiling happily, with his curly brown hair waved up and his
brown eyes seeming self-satisfactorily.
He smiled to himself.
He had won many board game and card game tournaments and competitions.
But as he looked around him, there were other things inside his bedroom. Ones that reminded him once more of his nightmares. He could see his binoculars on one of his bookshelf’s empty rack.
They were night vision binoculars.
The same ones he used during Halloween Night.
Just last month.
The same ones he had used to spy on those popular kids.
From afar.
From a safe distance, within the very same woods.
On the night they were murdered.
The very same Halloween night when they all got butchered.
Like lambs.
He was a witness.
On the night they got murdered.
Even though he was far away, too far to have heard their screams and cries for help, he could have sworn he heard them.
He could have sworn hearing them, while watching them run at the same time.
Running for their lives.
He started fleeing from the scene too, to save his own neck.
He wished he had never been there to see it.
He never even told another soul about that night.
That night of horror.
The worst night of his life.
On the 1st of November, the police found the bodies of all those students. All over the woods.
Police and medical news, as well as the news, would claim that all the students had been attacked and killed by wild animals.
That they were killed by a pack of cougars.
But Jeremy knew better.
Jeremy knew the truth.
He sometimes wished he was not there to have been a witness.
He sometimes wished he had not ordered those stupid night vision
binoculars.
If it hadn’t been for those same night vision binoculars, it wasn’t only that he wouldn’t have seen their deaths.
He also would not have known who their killer was.
What their killer was.
What their killer looked liked.
He saw what their killed looked like.
With his own eyes.
Their killer was not a man.
Their killer was some kind of monster.
Literally.
And to make matters worst, his eyes and mind would not let him forget what he saw.
Apart from his portraits, there was something else hanging on his
bedroom wall.
A bulletin board.
Full of pinned-up pencil drawings.
Pencil drawings he had made.
Pencil drawings of what he saw that night.
Pencil drawings of what killed those kids that night.
Pencil drawings of the monster.
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