Standing in the Rain

i started off with my walk, as i do every morning, i was walking in a forest not far from my farm house. walking my husky, starting off down an path i had not been down before.

walking down i had noticed that it had became more foggy. and my dog had became more tense, when i saw a little boy by a steep hill, hiding behind a tree, when i approched him he vanished behind the tree. i didnt think much of it, so i continued with my day.

Later that night i noticed the sense of being watched from afar. i tossed and turned almost all night, the rain was heavy'r than it had been the other night.

when i woke up i could only remember a dream about laughing children, i couldnt see anything though. when i went for my walk, i saw the little boy again, this time i had gotten a good view of what he looked like. he was wearing shorts a blue tea, no shoes, and black hair, only wierdest furture was that his eyes were black.

this time the boy was by a lake, he looked as if he wanted to jump in. i approched him and said "Hey, Be careful the lake is very deep."

he looked at me for a quick second and then said "Daddy?" and then dissapper'd,

i walked home, starting to feel scared, and confused about what was happening. that night i found that i couldnt sleep, the boys words had me scared enough, i again had the feeling of being watched from outside, i got up and looked out the window to see the little boy standing by a tree. i opened the window and called out to him "Hey what are you doing?" he just looked at me and walked off, soon i heard little thuming coming from my attic. and wierd sounds coming from below me, i soon heard the slight laughter of the little boy (or what i think was him)

i stay'd awake that night, i invited over my friend to see it with me. we were walking and started to notice it was getting dark. the fog made it quite hard to see, we finnially found the little boy whom was sitting on a log. when he saw us, he ran into the forest, my friend walked faster to see. but as fast as he was there, he was gone,

the next few nights i had nightmares about an older looking man, speaking in laungeges i had never heard of before, or sometimes repeating words, it drove me into being and insomniac. i saw the boy very little after the night that he stood outside my gates.

one night i got lost in the woods and managed to make it back to my farm, or atleast a few miles away. a small farm shed that carryed a bed by an abandon farm came to my aid. when i got inside there was blood stains on the walls, and the bed seemed fairly ripped. there was no door or windows, lightning stuck and when i looked to the door the same man whom i had seen in my dreems sat there, his face mangled and his yellow shirt stained with blood. my heart beated, the rain fell making backround noise.

and he said one thing, "where is my son?"