I started questioning his bewildering presence and all the deviant happenings abutting his presence. Oddly, I was rationalizing his attendance outside my residence; as he sauntered slowly to me; scrutinizing at my house carefully, he asked:
"Are you alright, Chenilyn?"
"Yeah, I am?" I replied. "Hey- I'm sorry for being rude to you back then. I was- a bit pessimistic. Thanks for delivering my parcel to me."
He chuckled, and ruffled his hair; while goggling at me. Something of his gesticulation reminded me of a cavernous thought, but I quickly disregarded it.
"Take care." I enunciated at last, ending our bitsy conversation; I had more urgent things to deal with.
He bowed as his response and trudged away from my house, waving at the kids who ignored him blatantly. I guess he was a deviant; appearing at the erroneous hours, and-
"Did he just call me Chenilyn?"
THAT'S MY NAME!
I never questioned him for knowing my address for the delivery, either! If he's not a mail-man or a creepy neighbor, who is he? OH WAIT. He's LEFT! I promptly stared at his body, before it disappeared from view, iteratively.
Would I look like a stalker if I followed him? I contemplated. But, as a commencement; I was presciently scampering after him with my house keys in hand, already. Someone had broken in my house. Could it be... Him?
First; my address, my friend's name, my name, and now my house has been broken into. This couldn't be a mere fluke. I had to forsake all my after-thoughts, and focus persistently to find him. This time, I'll locate this hombre; as I soon saw him strolling into untypical directions, and I followed him carefully.
Where was he beheaded anyways? Tall trees and drawn out shadows materialized astonishingly.
What is this place?
He can't live here, or can he? It's a forest!
Oh no! I realized.
He's turning!
I almost slithered off track when I caught my balance, and expeditiously hid behind a tree. "Oh my God." I whimpered. Did he see me?
I covertly stepped forward, and broke a twig. It's tumultuous sound also startled me, as I hurriedly scrutinized the forest lane we were walking on. No. No. No!
"Where did you go?" I whispered as I looked back.
No one stood there.
"He can't have disappeared in thin air, now can he?"
I'm so stupid! I don't even know where I am if I want to retreat! What is this place?
(25 minutes later)
Where are you, you little DAFT! Come out! I bugged my brain again. Things weren't in my control. They never were; to be candid. If he doesn't appear, then I'LL have to come out.
Oh God...? I questioned. "Why me?"
"Jesus!" I said, and lightly kicked the fallen leaves.
I can't wait forever. The sun's coming down, too... It's a sign! I still trudged forward for a final lookout, but it lay haughty; nagging me, continuedly. All crisp and frosty.
"What a jerk..." I murmured.
I tottered out of my hiding fleck, and progressed forward. This is my last time, I affirmed myself. After a few steps, I passed a hooded figure, having his back rested against a tree. What a funny thing to see in a forest, I thought.
At a stroke I realized instantly:
"OH MY- HI!?"
"What are you doing here?" His voice sounded firm. But, he let out a grin as that of a Cheshire cat; cornering me against a tree. There was a growing spectral sentiment inside of me, as I shoved him away, but he stood there. His sly leer disappearing slowly.
"Uh-h, what are you doing?!" I questioned him quizzically.
"Guess." His face became unexpressive, suddenly.
My head bombinated with all the possibilities, after observing his intent gaze. His tone softened as he asked me once more; "What are you doing here? Hmm?" whilst flicking a hair behind my ear.
I felt disgusted; too stunned to keep my formal gesture.
"CREEP! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHT TO KNOW WHERE I AM OFF TO. IF YOU HAVE ANY OUNCE OF SHAME IN YOU, YOU WILL STEP ASIDE." I said, and shoved him away. But, his hand reached at my mouth and he asked me to stay inaudible.
"YOU MORBID RASCAL!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and between his hands.
He sighed miserably.
"Where are you going?" He asked me once again, rubbing his temples; contemplating.
"I don't want to tell you." I enunciated, taking small steps to retrieve from his grasp.
"Fine. Are you sure you're safe? The monsters hiding in this forest can allure you into them."
"No. I mean, yes. I'm going to my Aunt's house."
"Are you sure?" He asked smiling, as he advanced towards me; covering all the distance I had retrieved. "Where does she live?"
"I'd rather die then tell you." I replied taken aback, but made sure he received a lingering threat with my words, as I braced myself for a fight. Suddenly, he stopped mid-way, and laughed after hearing my words.
"You'd die for me?" He started cackling; holding a tree as support. "Yo-" He chocked, and suddenly smiled deviously. "Ok. I trust you, Chenilyn." His arched back straightened up, as he stretched his legs in front of me.
"Just so you know..." His face became impassive again; absolutely impossible to read. "Your aunt has chosen quite a spot to live." His smile broadened, as if he was boasting himself. I scoffed in disbelief.
"Are you alone?" He asked suddenly. (Alert)
I gulped, feeling my throat tighten up. I pronounced: "My brother will be here any minute."
He nodded in approval; another tick in his portfolio. "Should I drop you home?" He asked concernedly, looking about him.
"What makes you think I'll come with you? No, thank you." I remarked frigidly.
He smiled, scuffing his hands inside his jean pocket. "That's fair."
Sure, it is.
Pretty soon, I started jogging away from the forest, away from him. I've had enough. It was too much to handle. I didn't know if I was safe anymore. My home is accessible; where shall I return, too? I must reclaim my belongings and return. Today's the last night.
While sprinting head-first, I returned a glance to the forest, but he lay where he stood, just smiling. His hand was in the air; moving horizontally very swiftly. I understood it. He's waving a goodbye. What a jerk...
I scampered back and forth, slowing down on realizing a famous bench-mark. When did I ever cross this initially? From here, I knew the direction to my house. My eyes blurred with tears as I saw Brenard's football lying bare, indicating they had left before night-time. Did it occur to them that they might be in potential danger, too? This whole occurrence happened for no benefit; I never got to ask the weirdo why he knew my address or my name? But, who cares?
I forget the only reason I came prattling behind the kook. AH.
There, at the corner of the precinct, I saw my house and flurried across. I fumbled inside my jean pocket to find my keys, but they didn't come in hand. "Jeez, where are you?!" My hands were suddenly jittery, as I panicked. I tried the knob several times, but the door remained latched. I don't even remember locking the door for Christ sake! I kicked my door. Oh no...
Did he manage to sweep inside my pockets and steal my keys? I trembled at the thought. I dug my hands deep inside my pocket once more, and heard the sonorous sound of jingling keys.
"Oh Lord. You need to calm down, Chenilyn."
I yanked open the door, but instantaneously realized how unsafe it would be to enter on my own. I'll come later...Perhaps?