Chapter 38

Mark didn’t run very far, before he immediately regretted running away from his wife. It was terrifying to be alone in the woods, even more so than her pointing the gun at him. Although… That was terrifying too. What had she said? She said that she would kill him if he hurt those girls. The idea of him being killed by his beautiful wife scared him so much he nearly pissed himself. So he decided to help her.

Quietly he moved through the woods, his gun trembling in his hand. He tried not to make any noise, stopping repeatedly and listening for any animals, or anything. But it was fairly silent. Just the slight breeze rustling leaves on the trees. But he didn’t hear another human, or another animal. Finally he got close enough to the cabin that he could peek in the windows. He had to make a small break from the edge of the woods all the way to the front of the cabin. He ran panting, covered in sweat, terrified. His heart was thumping in his chest so hard that he couldn’t see straight. His eyes felt bloodshot from the immense power of his terrorized heart. Sweat was running down his back and he pressed it himself against the side of the building. His chest was rising and falling in big, tight, short breaths.

Slowly he turned and peeked into the window. He saw nothing, not a woman not the witch not his wife. Nobody.

So he ducked under the window and quickly slid along the wall and peeked in the next one. It was also clear. No humans.

He crouched and went under the window, sliding on the wall as tightly and quickly as he could until he got to the front door. He reached forwards and tried to turn the handle.

It was locked.