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Im scared
Anne: Why are we here father? Where is Mom!?
Father: Not now Anne hush they'll hear us.
Anne: But father why have you brought us to this Cabin you told me to never come to this part od the land.
Father: I know what I've said..... but you must trust me and remain silent.
Anne: ( Father and i sat there silently in the creepy rundown cabin he asked me to never visit. Our home sits on this tiny corner of our 400 acre property, and when im not doing school work or chores i loved to travel all about the creeks and woods. But this paritcular corner of the woods is fenced off with atleast 10ft barbed wire fences and in the middle sits his work cabin. My thoughts are racing, where is my mother , why have we raced from our home like our lives depended on it. All these thoughts no answers.)
Father: I have to run back to the house there is something i must get from my laptop.
Anne: But what about mom Father?
Father: Your mother knows what to do we've talked about what do plenty of times. She will show up here i know it you stay out and quiet and wait for your mother and my return.
Anne: But What exactly is this? Why do you have a plan in place to meet here? Everything was fine last night Father we ate our meal watched our show! To wake before the sun moms missing you're frantic and the alarms in the home are going off. What am i to think!?
Father: Sweet heart it isnt fair and it isnt your fault. I do important work you know this. Secretive in the best interest for all involved including ourselves. I must go.
*Wooden door creaks open the wind howling and pushing against it, behind Father a slam
Anne: What in the actual hell am i to do now? ( I stared at the Door for a bit thinking to myself. Hes giving me no answers maybe there is something in here that will. The Cabin while run down is rather large in Square footage spacious to say the least. One by one i check the rooms nothing empty all 6 of them. Nothing in them but bare chipped paint wooden walls with dust and cobwebs all around.)
*A Thud is heard in the living area
*Anne with hesitation...
Father: Not now Anne hush they'll hear us.
Anne: But father why have you brought us to this Cabin you told me to never come to this part od the land.
Father: I know what I've said..... but you must trust me and remain silent.
Anne: ( Father and i sat there silently in the creepy rundown cabin he asked me to never visit. Our home sits on this tiny corner of our 400 acre property, and when im not doing school work or chores i loved to travel all about the creeks and woods. But this paritcular corner of the woods is fenced off with atleast 10ft barbed wire fences and in the middle sits his work cabin. My thoughts are racing, where is my mother , why have we raced from our home like our lives depended on it. All these thoughts no answers.)
Father: I have to run back to the house there is something i must get from my laptop.
Anne: But what about mom Father?
Father: Your mother knows what to do we've talked about what do plenty of times. She will show up here i know it you stay out and quiet and wait for your mother and my return.
Anne: But What exactly is this? Why do you have a plan in place to meet here? Everything was fine last night Father we ate our meal watched our show! To wake before the sun moms missing you're frantic and the alarms in the home are going off. What am i to think!?
Father: Sweet heart it isnt fair and it isnt your fault. I do important work you know this. Secretive in the best interest for all involved including ourselves. I must go.
*Wooden door creaks open the wind howling and pushing against it, behind Father a slam
Anne: What in the actual hell am i to do now? ( I stared at the Door for a bit thinking to myself. Hes giving me no answers maybe there is something in here that will. The Cabin while run down is rather large in Square footage spacious to say the least. One by one i check the rooms nothing empty all 6 of them. Nothing in them but bare chipped paint wooden walls with dust and cobwebs all around.)
*A Thud is heard in the living area
*Anne with hesitation...
