A Life to Remember

Slight movements, and noises float in the air surrounding my body. I lay there, silently on the grass under the oak tree in my back yard, watching the clouds change form as the wind begins to pick up speed. This is my life, my world. All captured in the leaves of this tree that droops over me above. Distant noises become more clear and I soon realize whats heading my way. The smell of mothers freshly cooked pie by the window has been carried down to my area in a short amount of time. Its like a sanctuary out here. Peaceful as it gets. No arguments or fighting. Only the sound of newborns coming out from their hidden homes in the forest to discover the world. Other animals beginning to re-adapt to this world after a perpetual winter has finally ended. This is the farm of the Fredricksons. Me, I'm Coraline Fredrickson. I live with my mother and father in a old farm house. I love this home, its the best you could ever spot. No other homes around for miles, except of course for my friend Macy Jones who lives about half a kilometer away, a ten minute walk and wham another home. Its really just her house and mine. Have good luck finding a different one. Unless you feel like driving four miles west. We've known each other technically forever, She loves to paint and I love to collect rocks. Those would probably be our only differences. One thing for sure, is that were connected in the sense that we both like horses. Riding, swimming with them all that you can imaging we do it with our horses and we do it together.

It was beginning to get dark. I decided to walk home from Macy's that night, even though her parents offered to give me a ride I declined it. I was determined to walk home after all what could possibly go wrong?

As I began to see the sudden twinkle of a light in the distance, I start to run thinking that its the porch lights of my home. But this time the walk only took me five minuets instead of ten. Slowing down, I see a shape standing behind the light. I quickly get off the path that I had created always going back and fourth from my house to Macy's. Hiding behind a tree, I slowly calm my nerves. Taking silent breathes waiting for the unknown to pass and move on. but what if It is heading to Macy's. I have to warn them I thought to my self. My mind was at a blurb. What should I do, go home and call her or run back. I know a short cut it will only take me three minutes but it will be all off road, or should I go home and call. That will take me five minutes. Choosing to run back to Macy's could of been the last decision I ever got to make.....

Reaching the house, the shape with the light was hot on my tail. Quickly and trying to be quite I ran into the back door. Macy's father gave e a weird expression, and asked me the same question as he always done, but this time he noticed the fright in my eyes, "Coraline, whats wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." I quickly replied back to him in a terrified voice, "I was walking in the forest on my way home, some weired thing passed me. It must of been a man cause it walked on two legs and it was holding a flashlight. Hes coming this way I had to warn you guys." He raged up the stairs to see if Macy and her mom were still in her room from the time that I left. He told them to turn off the lights up there and be very quite then, Mr. Jones ran down stairs to grab his 22 rifle to make sure we were safe.

It was scilent, but not peaceful. We were all scared, Macy and me were petrified. Why would somebody come all the way out here, what would they be looking for or want. Those thoughts made us both freeze, as though we were petrified. Mr. Jones gave the last commands, "everyone stay on the ground lay down, don't make any noise he's passing." My breath stopped, I couldn't take in oxygen. We saw the shadow pass in the gleaming moonlight. It soon left but why, why out here. "He had a gun, I don't know what he wanted to use it on, but one thing for sure is, both of you have lost the privilege to walk through the forest until we find who that was." I called my mom asking her to pick me up. She sounded, upset what could of gone wrong, she asked if Mike, Mr. Jones would drive me home. For some odd reason she wasn't going anywhere.

As I arrived at the end of my driveway I saw blood. Maybe father ran over a chicken by accident. Mike, Macy and I ran to the door. Our hearts pounding in fear with the question, whats going on? What has happened?

The tears were draining, the man who I walked pass, was in fact a killer. My worst fear. He had walked passed here and shot our new born horse. Clover was her name. Why would anyone want to do something so cruel. to the mare and to her filly. I had to get revenge. It was the only thing I could think of at this point. I was going to find him and i was going to hurt him. Put him in jail for truss passing, slaughter, and animal rights. He was going down and he was going down hard.

The next morning Macy's family and mine, got an early start to get to the police office right when it opened. Telll them the new so we together could catch this potcher. He said I will se what I can do. We headed into town. We were out of groceries and it was time to get a treat. Dads cell phone began to ring. The sherrif at the police office found the mans profile. His name was Drew Lenning. He has no recored of doing anything against the law. So why now we had to ask our selves why us? Some answeres are never found.

5 months later:

Never again was there a sighting of Drew Lenning. He had come and pasted the radio just stated that another animal slaughter occured 26 miles from here. Repeating those words, felt like nail at my back. Hes still out there and hes still active. I will never forget what happened that night when everything was normal and the daytime when the light came out. untill hes caught forever will i saty in the dark.

Drew Lenning was never found, they say that he will strike again. But maybe this time somewhere near you.