![]() ![]() Along the way he pointed out the rooms that we passed, stopping at one door in particular and giving me a stern stare. “I’ll show you to your room, Scarlet,” Gep said, scooting in front of me and leading the way down the hall. #Pinocchio story in short skin#I looked away from the scowl that sagged her saggy skin and politely removed my shoes. ![]() Her eyes had a wild kind of glow in them, and when she spoke it sounded as if she needed to cough something up. I stumbled through the threshold and gave her a confused glance. “You know how dangerous it is to be out in the open! Them wooden boys could be watching us!” “And our newcomer, Scarlet!”Ī second later the door swung open, and a small, bony thing of a woman tugged us inside. “Who’s there?” A hoarse, crabby voice yelled from inside the cabin after Gep knocked. Gep ushered me inside while Kyle stopped to get my stuff. The cabin was tiny and obviously decrepit the tin roof was rusted and spotted in white, and big green splotches of mold painted the sides. I ignored both of them and closed my eyes, only opening them when the truck came to a stop in front of a log cabin. “I don’t think they should’ve been hanging out around the woods so late,” he said. “Such a shame,” Kyle’s grandpa, who had told me to call him Gep, muttered to himself. It wasn’t the first time it had happened apparently over twenty boys had vanished into the woods since last month. The announcer kept going back to kidnappings that had happened recently, six male children around the age of seven who had gone missing in the woods. Instead, I listened to the crackling words coming out of the radio. The drive back to Kyle’s house was long, and the whole time I kept warding off the questions Kyle and his grandfather threw at me. I hesitated and took one last look back at the orphanage before climbing into the truck. Kyle rushed around me to grab my suitcase and waved off my help as he heaved it into the bed of the truck. “Why don’t you help her with her stuff, Kyle?” he called out. I smiled weakly at him before glancing into the truck at the man sitting in the driver’s seat. “Aren’t you glad you’re finally gonna be able to leave this place? You’re gonna live with us!” His grin grew persistent when he realized I wasn’t going to return the greeting. Fat snowflakes fell into his tangled dark brown hair, and he brushed them out impatiently. “Hey, Scarlet!” the twelve-year-old boy said excitedly, pulling away from me. He smelled oddly of wood, as if he’d spent all day in the forest. He had a dopey grin on his face and was quick to throw his arms around me. I hesitated before slowly hugging him back. The door swung open and a small, scrawny boy jumped out into the snow. I took a step back when it finally screeched to a stop in front of me. ![]() Icy needles of cold stabbed through my clothes and into my skin, adding to the growing frost I already felt inside of me. Gusts of wind whipped my wild red curls around my face, but I made no move to push them back.Ī rusty red truck lumbered its way up the winding gravel driveway, the tires toiling to navigate through the ice and snow. ![]() I stood outside of my old orphanage, my suitcase packed and ready beside me. ![]()
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