Daddy

She had killed three people so far. And he was going to be next. He knew it, because he was ultimately responsible for what had happened to her. In fact, the previous three were barely involved. That's why he was hiding away in a cabin that didn't belong to him. Smoking a joint and wishing for the best while looking over a nice lake.

He had no idea what lake it was, he didn't even know what province he was in. He drove for five days straight, taking side roads, changing cars whenever he could steal one, and hitchhiking as much as possible between cars in order to not leave a trace. He guessed northern Manitoba, but it could have been anywhere.

He was still afraid, he had never been in the wilderness before, and this cabin was the only one on the lake. He quickly realized that smoking a joint had been a bad idea, the sun had set and the shadows were beginning to form personality.

Across the lake, there was something shimmering, probably something metallic.

Or is it a pair of eyes? Are they staring at you? I bet they are. I bet she's found you. It's over for you, you knew there was no running from this. You know what you did.

Definitely a bad idea to get high in the wood. There was a crack of a branch, somewhere, not far. And the shimmering was gone. The cracking was long and slow. As if something had done it on purpose.

He decided to go inside. To his dismay the doors had no locks. What was once a good thing, for him to break in to the cabin with ease. Was now detrimental. So he blocked both doors with chairs. Not good enough, but maybe they would give him enough time to jump out of the window if the doors came crashing down.

It took him forever to sleep, in the tiny cot that was the only bed in the place. It smelt of mold and the decay of a forest. It was unsettling to him. The noises of the forest had not stopped. However, the cracking never happened again. Which scared him even more.

She's watching and begging you not to. But you're wearing a mask and think you can get away with it. She's screaming for you not to. That's her baby, not her baby. Please no! Don't take it away. Don't do it. But you have to, the thing is money, and money is good. You need the money don't you? You have your own problems, and people pay a lot of money for fresh organs. Especially for sick kids. Your three friends are holding her back. Fuck she's strong.

You walk up to her and you hit in the face. As she's slipping out of consciousness, 'don't worry baby, Daddy will take good care of her for you.'

He woke up in a cold sweat. Oh god, he didn't even get good money for the kid. The fucker he sold her to had ripped him off. It was still night out. But something was off. Something was way off.

There was a hand print on the window. Was that there before? How did he not notice? Well, he had been pretty stoned...

Then the crack came again. Louder than ever before. And with it, a cool wind blew through his room.

It was all he could take, he jumped out of bed and ran to the main room where the front and back doors were.

There were no chairs.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. She found me.

And then a screetching, shrill, voice of the dead came with the cracking.

“Daaaaaa-Dyyyyyy”

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

He ran out the back door and looked up at the sky. There was a full moon, so he could see around fairly well. That meant that she could too.

Your assuming it's the mom. But you heard that voice. That voice.

He bolted for where the trees were the thickest, away from the lake and into dense forest, in the middle of the night.

If he had been any louder, he would have had to cut down the trees. And he knew it, he was hoping he would be faster. Fast enough to get away. Fast enough to live.

They weren't fast enough to get way from you. When you found out where they lived. And the girl tried to run away, and you took her from her mom. And now they're both in this forest, and they're both after you.

He tripped over a root. And fell face first into a tree. Breaking his nose on it. His scream echoes on deaf trees.

Then the cracking, that constant, long cracking.

“Daaaa-Dyyyy, if a man dies in the forest, was he ever really alive?”

Oh god, Oh god.

He got up as fast as he could, running blindly, till he was in a clearing, and then there was the fucking cabin again. He must have gotten turned around. He ran to the car that he had stolen this time. But before he got to it, he saw that the steering wheel had been ripped off, and the whole of inside of the car looked like it had been ripped up by something big.

The outside of the car remained untouched.

But the doors were locked, and the windows aren't smashed. What did this? You did, this is what happens when you sell children to black market organ dealers. Who knows what they actually use the kids for? The whole time you though it was the mom. Well, you were wrong.

“IIIIIIIIII DIIIIID. Daaaa-Dyyyy. Do you want to play with me?”

He froze.

It was behind him.

It was over.

He turned around.

And screamed.