The cold autumn whipped around me as I walked around the dense forest, rust orange, muted yellow, and burgundy red leaves covered the ground, crackling and crunching under my sneakers as I walked. I looked around as leaves fell like raindrops from the mostly bare oak and maple trees that surrounded me, the sunset in the distance shrouded the forest in a dim, calming orange glow, which calmed me down from hearing the alarming news on TV. I was hoping that whatever was happening would stop and that killer that appeared on TV would disappear when I returned to my rural Cazenovia, New York home, the details of the killer running through my mind as I walked: messy, shoulder-length brown hair, piercing, yet insane-looking blue-gray eyes, those lips that always seemed to be curled down into a frown, those arched eyebrows that made him always look enraged, and that nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. I had forgotten his name, but his alias was trapped in my mind like a caged animal wanting to be let out: The Cazenovia Reaper.
After I ran that name through my mind, I heard crunching leaves behind me, I got nervous and started to pick up the pace a bit, hoping it was some wild animal that was behind me. Before I knew it, I was running past nearly bare trees and falling leaves, the steps behind me going from a slow walking pace to a fast running pace, whoever this was wanted to catch up to me, probably to kill me.
"Come back here!" I heard a raspy, obviously angered voice shout out from behind me and I immediately knew that whoever was behind me was indeed human and not a wild animal. That voice was what triggered something in my mind and I wondered, "Am I being chased by The Cazenovia Reaper?" and that made me panic badly. I was closing in on the edge of the forest, night had finally come, the moon shone faintly in the night sky, the stars twinkling with every running step I took. I finally made it out of the forest and I turned around to look behind me and there he was, The Cazenovia Reaper, standing right in front of me, angry as ever. I stepped back, ready to run if he dared to run at me and try to kill me.
He lunged at me and I ran, immediately looking around to see if my house was nearby, hoping the killer wouldn't follow me back to my home. I found my home and thought to myself, "Finally! My home and my safe haven." I ran to my house's door and tried opening it, the wooden door finally opened with a loud creak and I ran inside, closing the door and locking it behind me, making sure the killer wouldn't come in. When I knew I was safe, I shakily walked to my couch and sat down, finally happy to rest. I closed my eyes and I soon fell asleep, hoping tomorrow would be better than what had happened tonight.
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The Cazenovia Reaper (A Short Story)
Short StoryA guy was having a normal walk in the forest to clear his mind when the infamous Cazenovia Reaper began going after him. Read on to find out what happens to this guy! This was written for my English class, so it's relatively short. The place may als...
