Jonas
The Lonely Boy in the Haunted Woods
I’ve seen things in the woods you wouldn’t believe.
They say fear is a sin, but they don’t say what to do when it lives in your walls. My sister Mercy and I play our games, but sometimes I wonder if we’re still pretending. Father prays like it's armor, and Mother stares at the door like it might bring back what’s lost. I don’t scream when I see Black Phillip watching me. I just watch back.
What I'm Into: the rustling in the corn, my sister's games, silent woods before dawn, strange goats with knowing eyes, waiting for the thing that took Samuel
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