Killing by the Alder / Chapter 1 / Part I
Chapter 1: the unintentional witness Part I It was a dark, windy night, being the first snow of the fall, it was chilly inside my room though I was still burning up. Tried relaxing onto the bed but I was getting restless, so I decided to distract myself. I grabbed my laptop, rings and fleece jacket, and snuck out the window, as quietly as I could. There was this spot by an Alder tree where I usually sat down and wrote. This time was rather unusual. On my way to the Alder, I heard a scream. I mean it was the middle of the night, could’ve been anybody or nobody- I don’t know why it had me intrigued but it did so I pursued it. As I got closer to my remembrance of the scream I started hearing a buzz. Not a bee buzz more like one exerted by a vacuum cleaner. I had reached a daunting yet discreet street with two diverging paths. It reminded me of a poem by Robert Frost- The Road not taken. Another scream was heard, trailing one after the other moreover it seemed to be an echo. Eve