Tree: part 2
#2 of Trees
The following morning-.
I awoke to the smell of brewing coffee and pancakes, the night before seemed like a week ago. I got up and got dressed. While walking to the stairs I looked into Kevin's room, the tree was gone. Shrugging to myself, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hey Hun." I said to Samantha as she took some pancakes off the stove top.
"Hi, how'd you sleep?" she asked putting the pancakes on a plate.
"Pretty good, it's strange sleeping in a new house." Kevin was sitting at the table with his tail wagging happily. I chuckled to myself. Althought he looked more feline then canine, he had some canine traits. I sat down at the table.
"Hi dad!" Kevin said happily. I smiled at him "Hey Kev. How's it going?" Kevin turned his head for a sec to see if Samantha was ready with the pancakes, then he turned his head back to me. "I'm doing great!" His tail wagged even more.
After a few minutes, Samantha finally got everything ready, we sat down and had breakfast.
"Oh I want you to go to the store and pick up a few things." Samantha said, sipping her glass of milk. She paused to wipe some milk of her lips then continued. "I left the shopping list on the counter, plus a few extra bucks if you want anything as well." I nodded my head. "Hey, Kevin, you wanna come help dad out?" Before Kevin could say anything Samantha cut him off. "Kevin still has some boxes to empty and I sure hope he dosn't think that little 'ol me is going to do it all." She gave Kevin a stern look. He lowered his ears but they picked up quickly when he asked for another pancake.
I grabbed my keys and walked outside, stopping to take in the view. I looked around, something wasn't right. Yestarday, the property was nothing but a field with a few trees, now the field seems to be cut in half and more trees have moved in.
"Was it liked that yestarday?" I asked myself, thinking back to the breathing tree. I felt a chill run up my back and quickly got into the car. Driving away from the house, I never have felt more releaved.
-a few hours later-.
Walking out of Chad's Quick-Stop, I went to my car, I was surprised by the lack of other cars in the parking lot. Putting the groceries in the trunk, I noticed that I wasn't alone. Turning around I came face-to-face with a wolf.
"Oh! Excuse me." I said, he looked homeless, his fur was matted with mud and his clothes were tattared. I was expecting him to ask for money or a job, like the homeless I was use to in the city but this fur asked a strange question.
"Hey, do you live up on Old Pine Street? The place out in the country?"
"Uh... no, I live in town here." I lied, not wanting him to know he was right.
"Right, believe me when I tell you this, leave that place! As quickly as possible! There's nothing but death on that property, death and.. trees." He grabbed me by the shirt, his grimy claws leaving mud marks on my white shirt, and held me close. "Whatever you do, stay away from that place and don't go in the woods at night! You'll never walk out!" He realesed me from his grip and started walking away,
"You know we caused it! All this logging and burnings, they have had enough of it!" He turned and walked around the corner. I stood there with my muzzle open. not knowing what to say. Finally a cashier walked out of the store.
"Hey mister. You alright?" His name tag said "Kegan"
"Huh? Uh y-yeah I'm alright, what a strange guy right?"
"What are you talking about? I only saw you?"
"Well, he was here, i'm sure he got my shirt compe-" I checked my shirt, it was as white as the day I bought it. "Uh.. never mind." I got in the car and drove off, leaving the cashier scratching his head.
Going down the country roads leading to my house, I thought about what just happened. "Who the hell was that guy?" I asked myself, trying to keep my concentration on the road. There was just something strange about him, he knew too much. I pulled into our driveway, I needed a beer, althought I'm not a heavy drinker, when I need a beer, I NEED a beer.
"and his eyes!" I said outloud, there was something about his eyes they were alert, yet dead at the same time and there was mud in each corner, one thing that really added to his creepyness was that he was missing a finger from his left paw. Shivering, I went in the house and went straight for the fridge, grabbing a brown bottle like I was a proffessional drunk.
-later that night-
Kevin was busy watching a scifi movie in his room, Samantha was reading one of her mystery novels, The Adventures of Travis McQuinn was printed on the title, I was sitting in the living room, after having my third beer of the day, trying to figure out what to do. The more I drank the more I came to realise that the tree's where alive. "But that's insane!" cried a little voice in my head. "I know but what am I suppose to do?" I replied. There was silence.
I closed my eyes and slid off into a deep, semi-drunken slumber.