Category : Adult

Sub Category : Horror

It was cloudy and cold the day I left my home; my parents had been divorced for the past eight years and I had just turned seventeen. They used to be happy from the years I can remember, they used to dance with each other to Steve nicks in the mornings while making breakfast, my mother had named me Emery she thought it was a unique name. My mother and I had moved to New York once she had gotten custody of me but by the time I was twelve she was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn’t easy watching her go through it, lose her hair become pale she had gotten so skinny in her face, arms, and legs she liked like she had just popped out of a horror movie. She died just a few weeks ago I had been with her in her hospital room when she did, it wasn’t just me though my grandparents and my aunt Carmon was where as well. She wanted me to hold her hand, said she was afraid to leave but if I’m being honest I didn’t want to hold her hand, I didn’t I was afraid to touch her, so I walked out of the room. Her funeral was no better my grandparents and my aunt scolded me for not holding her hand as she died they refused to look at me after that, but I didn’t care, they didn’t understand how scared I was.
I was to live with my aunt, but she refused to have me in her house so now here I am sitting on the front steps of the house my mother and I lived in waiting on Frank my father, he had come to New York a few days after the funeral to claim me and move me back with him. He lived out in the middle of nowhere only a mile out side of a very small town also in the middle of nowhere, I sat there with my bags watching the people walk past some walking their dogs, picking their kids up from school, going to work or coming back. I was going to go back inside for hope he would not come but when I stood up his car pulled up, a nineteen seventy-nine black Camaro “your late” I say grabbing my suit case. “traffic wasn’t easy plus I got lost” he held up his hands in surrender his usual jack ass grin on his face my mother hated that face she always wanted to smack it off his face I had never understood it till now. Frank was roughly about six five-foot-tall black hair with some gray slipped back, he wore a winter jacket, blue jeans and a nice pair of work boots. As for me I had a red leather jacket ripped up skinny jeans and a black rolling stones t-shirt along with my Harley Davison riding boots I had black hair with red strikes that reached my waist.
The first two hours of the drive was of Frank talking about cars and bikes, but I was not listing I watched out the car window as the city I knew so well passed by. When we passed the New York sign it felt like I had just left that hospital room all over again, scared and angry I was not ready to leave I had grown to love the noisy city and all its people. Frank said I was going to love living in a small town, but I could not understand how living in a small town where everyone knows everyone could be something to love. The drive is long and exhausting I had fallen in and out of asleep seven hours after we had left New York, we had made stop after stop grabbing snakes, drinks, bathroom breaks we had stopped at a truck stop to rest for a few hours around nine in the morning we headed to a small restaurant up the road for breakfast I had gotten s small biscuit and gravy with a side of eggs while Frank had gotten mashed potatoes, eggs, and sausage. Once back on the road we listened to Queen, there was no traffic so by the time it was six pm we were finally in Utah we had only another four hours to go so I had decided to sleep it wasn’t until ten Frank had woken me up.
 “were almost there Em” Em was the nick name they gave me when I was five I was in the back yard playing with my golden retriever in the back yard I had tossed his ball a little to hard and it had gone over the fence into the woods. My parents had told me to never go in there, that it was too dangerous, and I could get lost or hurt but I wasn’t thinking about that I had opened the gate and went to get the ball back. I found it after a few seconds, I could hear my mother calling me she had started yelling Em when I didn’t answer ever sense then the nickname had stuck.  When Frank didn’t get an answer out I me I woke up and looked at him “were here Em” he said signaling to a large welcome sign “welcome to Grimbrooke population 102, now one hundred and three” I say watching the woods past by tree after tree I rolled the window down only to get hit with the sent of a rotting animal. Pinching my nose, I role it back up looking to Frank “well there are wild animals Em there goanna be some dead animals” I groan slumping back in my seat.