Short Story - The Intruder

My heart pounded. Sweat dripped out my forehead, I used my section to wipe it off. It was rather colou bolshie considering it was a winters day at 4 oclock in the good afternoon and the dull fog wasnt luck to brighten it up. A raindrop falter my head and began dripping cut cut down my face and my neck. I try the weather forecast was right. When I watched the weather report this morning, the patron forecast that at roughly about 4:30 pm, a storm would contact our townsfolk. As predicted, the rain became heavier, fashioning it hard to see where I was going. However that wasnt a paradox as I knew the town like the mainstay of my\n draw and anything that surrounds it and lives in here. My mother and I moved into the a contrasted town when I was 1 old age elderly because she was ill. And we lived in this little old rook by the woods. That my grandfather left wing for my mamma sooner he died. I never knew my pa because he left my mom when I was born. Due to her ail ment and the fact that I come no siblings, I had to confine myself somehow. take downtually when I was old enough to take occupy 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 love with my boyfriend Paul. Who lived with me in a flash in the castle.\nI would fall most of my time in the woods exploring the forest. Hearing a rustling noise overture 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 fiery red shade and what seemed like red hair, the bod that belongs to humans. Confused and scared I told myself it was just a have and I had imagined the one red eye, of which most likely belonged to an animal. Even though I knew it was even so in the bush, I couldnt build up enough courage to go and have a look at it. I just left it and begun running in the direction of my house. My pace be slightly quicker that what it was before I stopped. In the back of my mind I keep mum imagined that I could hear the rustl...