Short Story - The Intruder

My center of attention pounded. Sweat dripped off my fore passport, I used my arm to purify it off. It was rather dark considering it was a winters day at 4 oclock in the afternoon and the cloy fog wasnt helping to crystallise it up. A raindrop hit my head and began dripping down my feel and my neck. I guess the bear foretaste was right. When I watched the atmospheric condition report this morning, the presenter forecast that at around near 4:30 pm, a storm would hit our townspeople. As predicted, the rain became heavier, making it demanding to see where I was difference. nonetheless that wasnt a problem as I knew the town athe likes of(p) the back of my\nhand and everything that surrounds it and lives in here. My perplex and I go into the a strange town when I was 1 age old because she was ill. And we lived in this small(a) old castle by the timber. That my grandfather left for my florists chrysanthemum before he died. I never knew my dad because he left my mom w hen I was born. Due to her illness and the fact that I fork up no siblings, I had to entertain myself somehow. in conclusion when I was old decent to take care of myself; I began to venture in the woods, going further every day. When my mother died was 21 years old. And I fall in mania with my boyfriend Paul. Who lived with me now in the castle.\nI would spend roughly of my time in the woods exploring the forest. Hearing a rustling noise coming from the bushes beside me, I slowed my pace down until I came to a stop, when I caught a glimpse of something unusual. A uncultivated red eye and what seemed like red hair, the kind that belongs to humans. unkept and scared I told myself it was plainly a fox and I had imagined the one red eye, of which around likely belonged to an animal. Even though I knew it was still in the bush, I couldnt build abounding courage to go and have a look at it. I just left it and begun running in the caution of my house. My pace being fairly qui cker that what it was before I stopped. In the back of my read/write head I still imagined that I could hear the rustl...