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The Story:
Solitude. After she moved out, he felt like the isolation of a cabin in the woods was the only way to stop the constant screaming in his mind. To his surprise, his boss had been understanding about the extra time off and even insisted on the use of his own cabin.
On the third day of his escape from life, he had walked too far and was forced to make the return trip on the trail at dark. He knew he was close because he saw the boulder that sparkled like the diamonds in her wedding band, still gashed from the hatchet he hit it with on the first day.
As he walked, his ears began to detect a second set of footsteps. When he stopped, they stopped a couple of steps late. He repeated the procedure enough times to confirm that someone was following him but didn’t want to be known.
His cabin came into view, so he sprinted to the light of its little porch. It wasn’t much, but it was the safest place he had. No more stepping noises. He concluded it must have been a curious animal of some sort and sat down in a rocking chair to remove his boots.
With his nerves relaxing a bit, he headed to the cabin door. Before he opened it, he looked back and saw that his boots had disappeared. Now, he was sure that someone was messing with him.
Fighting the stiffening power of his fear, he tiptoed in his sock feet back toward the rocking chair. But as he stepped, he also heard the clomping of his boots.
He spun wildly to find the source, but only heard the speedy clomping of boots as he searched every direction. He flipped out a pocket knife.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!”
“Here.”
He whirled around to see his boss standing by the cabin’s door.
“Oh, Trey, good! Listen, someone is out…”
He noticed his boss was wearing his boots and holding a much larger knife.
“Trey? What…”
“I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay, Wes. Time for payment.”
Trey smiled, revealing several sharp teeth. He reached up and shattered the porch light, leaving them in total darkness.
Clomping.
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