#WritcoStoryPrompt9
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source. Many thoughts were clinging in my mind. Alas I heard some footsteps and hid behind the bush.
It was a dark forest and a dark night. Far from that place was a bunglow.
I saw two boys holding a girl by her arms....