Heavy gasps can be heard around the forest as the figure of a man is running away from something. He was whimpering from the pain in his leg, but he ignores it as there are more trouble than being caught.
"Caught? I wonder why this person is running away so much, I mean what could possibly make him run so urgently in the middle of the forest?
Surely it isn't a wendigo or something right?
Right?..."
The storyteller smiles and then leans back, as they look the interviewer dead straight in the eyes. Without telling a word; the interviewer knew what's the answer to their question.
"Do you still want to hear the rest of the story?"
"…Yes"
"Then let me finish."
The man can hear a noise following at his back but he didn't look back, he knew if he looks back he would be dead. His eyes are filled with fear and dread of the events that will happen, as tears slowly form in his eyes. Yet, even his tears cannot save him in this situation.
A whistle is singing in the background from the direction of the perpetrator.
This made the speed of the man's running increase, there is only one thought left in his head.
RUN!!!
"What do you think professor? Will this man be able to get out of this situation or not?"
The professor or the interviewer was a bit taken aback by the sudden question, he takes a bit of a moment to think and then looks back at the storyteller.
"He doesn't?"
With an unsure answer; clearly, the man won't be able to outrun the perpetrator, for it seems to the perpetrator is stronger than the man, and the man is also injured. So, the chances of survival would be a lower percentage.
The storyteller tilts their head and then smirks at him with an amused expression.
"Your right professor he wouldn't survive if he was an 'idiot'."
This makes the professor curious he leans forward with curiosity as he clasps his two hands and puts them behind his mouth. As he squints his eyes a bit suspiciously and it piques his interest even more.
"Can you tell me more of the story?"
The storyteller chuckles as they look down and looks to the right where the sun is setting. They look back at the professor as they smile with mystery.
"I would love to, but let's continue this session next time."
The professor looks beyond the window seeing the sun setting down, as much as he wants to stay and hear more of the story he needs to go back home. He has a family waiting for him he can't exactly miss the dinner that his wife made. As he sighs with a bit of disappointment and then slaps his thighs as he stands up.
"You're indeed right I should get going I don't want to miss the bus."
"Indeed Mr. Miller, it was a pleasure to meet you."
"I share the same sentiments-"
The phonograph suddenly produces a scratching noise that disrupts the atmosphere. They both look at the gadget.
"I do apologize about my phonograph it is ancient, it came from my grandmother, as you can see, they just don't work the same as before."
"It is very quiet all right M-"
The phonograph made a scratching noise that distracted Mr. Miller.
"Mr. Miller, I believe that you have a bus to catch on."
Mr. Miller was feeling a bit weird about the situation it felt like something was stopping him from telling the storyteller's name.
It must be my imagination, it can't be that coincidence I mean what's the connection anyway? Ridiculous!
"Very well, I have a pleasant day with you until next time."
As Mr. Miller proceeds to leave the door the storyteller calls him out before he leaves.
"And tell Miranda I would like to see her someday she makes fantastic turkey I would like to try it…again."
"Oh! Yes, she is! I will certainly tell her your compliments on her dish, until next time."
"Yes…until next time John."
Before the door closes Mr. Miller can see the storyteller's mysterious smile then he turns his back. The storyteller truly upholds their reputation of being mysterious and weirdly creepy. But how did they know that Miranda makes fantastic turkey? I'm pretty sure I didn't tell them. Did I perhaps speak about it before then forget about it?
Must be my imagination.