CC's Farm

He’d made it a pretty good distance up the foothill of the mountain before the incline became too steep for his comfort. The moonlight was masked by the trees now and his flashlight only did so much to guide his hiking boots through the uneven terrain.

He couldn’t lie to himself anymore, he was awake and chasing a voice from a dream that he was still somehow hearing. He sat on a fallen tree and sighed. “I don’t think I can go any further.” He shouted, shining the flashlight around the various routes he could have taken. The path beyond this point was too steep to scale toward the summit. There were too many trees in the way, saplings and tall grass grew waist high making every footstep mysterious, there could have been bear dens close by.

He waited and listened for the dream voice. Nothing responded. He took a few steps and stood still again, closing his eyes. As he tried hard to focus on the mysterious void, the wind picked up and blew strongly. He would have continued his nature walk if it wasn’t so much darker and colder than when he’d started. “This is crazy.” He said, stepping back toward the path he’d come from.

The wind picked up again and he heard the voice whisper something that sounded like a drawn out “Ahhhh”, not a scream but a low pitched sigh of relief. He started to walk away a little bit faster until he felt like something was watching him. He tried not to think of what his wife would tell him, that he should have stayed in bed, that he was acting crazy.

When the wind carried the voice from his dream to him, he stopped moving and stood still, certain that something bad was about to happen. “Chriiiiiiistiiiiiiaaaaaan” It whispered softly.

Was he supposed to talk to it? Was it calling him back? There was no way to keep exploring a steep hill like that in the darkness. He started to feel like he was being watched, the rush of adrenaline fueling his courage. “I’ll come back in the daytime.” He shouted back at the mountain.

“Chriiiiistiiiiiiaaaaan.” The voice whispered again.

“What do you want me to do?” He shouted, turning toward the summit and balling his fists in frustration. He felt so small amongst the huge trees, the thousands of leaves blowing the voice toward him, the unfamiliar terrain. How did it know his name?

The wind carried the low deep sighing “Ahhhhh” sound to him again. He could almost feel it wrapping around him, paralyzing him from running home or trudging through the trees again. He tried to move and found that he couldn’t, thinking back to a time when he’d awoken in a state of sleep paralysis. He tried to regain control by wiggling his toes, nothing. He tried to wiggle his fingers, no response. He tried to move his tongue along the roof of his mouth and snap out of it, nothing happened.

For the first time that night, he started to panic.

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