Where we go.

I am not really sure where I am or how I got here. I have been here for a couple of weeks now I think and all of my attempts at an escape have been painfully useless. There is a big double door in the center of the building that is either locked or nailed so tight that it doesn’t have any give at all no matter how many times I kick, push, or slammed my body into it. The large window in the loft above is the same. I have thrown bricks at it, wacked it with a rake, stabbed it with a shovel, and plowed into it with the hoe! To no avail.

When I first woke up in this place I was laying on a dingy cold congrete floor. I remember looking up to a pair of big brown eyes staring down at me. The smell of manure filling my nostrils and the feeling of something warm and wet landing on my forhead. Startled by this large creature hovering over me I jumped up and scooted on my ass backwards getting as much distance between myself and that creature as possible. Only my quick motion to escape scared it too, and a horrified “Mooooooooooo!” Escaped its lips. It kicked its hind legs back, lowered its head and bucked around the room nearly stomping my ass to death. I managed to roll to my feet scrambling to safety tucking my self into the closest corner of the room and crouched down behind two large bales of hay. With my heart racing and filling my ears with a loud pulsating thudding, that dastardly beast still flailed around in a panic. Its no suprise I couldn't hear the squawking and fluttering going on behind me. Next thing I know I was struck in the back of the head by something sharp. It clawed into my scalp And I let out the girliest scream I have ever made in my whole life. I threw my arms backwards swatting at what ever had struck me as I got up and turned to see two chickens strutting around in a rage. “ cluck cluck cluck raaaaaaht!!” I stept backwards and heard a crunch as I looked down and noticed the carnage of eggshells and yellow goo around my feet. I then realized why the furious commotion from my feathery companions. I was standing in their nest and had completely abolished a good portion of their eggs. I felt so bad that I carefully stepped over the remaining survivors slowly gathering them together into a pile and laying them in a dry patch of hay in an attempt to make amends with the hens. Then I slowly backed away.

By the time I left the angry birds the beast, which of course I now realize was just a cow, in the center of the room had settled down. She did however keep her eyes on me as though I was a wolf come to rip out her throat and make hamburger out of her. So in an attempt to make friends with the old girl I slowly crept up to her one hand out streched to pet her while trying my best not to make any sudden or unexpected movements. I make my way torwards her. She stays still staring at me with uncertainty, then to my amazement she stretches her head out torwards my hand and sniffs at my fingers. Her big wet slimy tongue rolls out of her mouth and licks all along my fingers. She lets out a huff from her nose wet hot air floats across my face and I step closer to stroke the fur on her head. I believe we are friends now.

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Since that day I have discovered that I am trapped in a big dilapidated barn. Joined by one cow, whom I call Sticky, for the fact she loves to lick me and leave me all sticky, and two very lovely red hens I call Pick and Peck, since thats all they really ever do. There are two ways in and out of here a big double door in the center of the room and a large window covered by wood planks in the loft over head. Neither of them will so much as crack open an inch for me to peer outside. There is the cow stall to my left and a wall with a rake, a shovel, a hoe, some cow brushes and other cattle and barn Items hung up on it to my right. In the corner near the door is a stack of hay where the hens hang out. In the other corner is some feed and cracked corn for Sticky and the hens. There is nothing in the loft except a rickety old chair that subsequently collapsed the moment I planted my ass on it, go figure, and some hay I layed down to sleep on. When I sleep at night the only thing I dream about is smoke and fire. When I awake I swear I can still smell the smoke filling the air but I realize it is all in my head and im still trapped in this damn barn.

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Its strange that nobody ever comes in here to feed the animals. What kind of asshole doesn’t feed his barn animals! Unless thats why I’M here, maybe some daranged lunatic locked me in here so I would have to do it for him. Oh or worse maybe its some kind of sex fetish thing and they get off on watching me feed barn animals. Are there cameras watching me? The thought makes my stomach turn. Enough of that thinking lets get some brain food in me and get back to figuring out an escape. I walk over to Stickys feed bin scoop her up some grain and let her eat as I sit and milk her. I fill up a bucket before heading over to the hens. I lay down some crack corn for them and while they are busy pecking away I snatch up an egg and crack it into my bucket of milk, stir and drink. That bucket will be my breakfast, lunch and dinner for the day. Since I have no way of cooking the egg and starting a fire in an enclosed space is just plain stupid this is the only way I have to consume the food.

Throughout the day I try various ways of hacking and prying the doors and window open. I have used nearly every tool at my disposal in this place, including my one body to crash the door down. Everything I try was to no avail. When im tired I sit in the loft staring off into space trying to remember anything about my life before this, but its all a blank. I dont know my name, my age, or even what I look like. Do I have family looking for me? Am I even from around here? I dont know. Im starting to lose hope. Im feeling so lost and alone.

I think I may be starting to go mad. I have started to see a tall dark silhouette of a man in the corner of my eye but when I focus my eyes in his direction he disappears. This has been happening for a few days now and each day it seems like he gets closer. Then just like every other time when I try to focus in on him hes gone. Up until lastnight anyways. I awoke to him standing at the foot of my hay bed staring down at me. Two red eyes that felt like they were piercing into my soul loomed down at me. I was frozen in fear, I couldn’t move or scream. The racing thudding of my heart was the only thing moving and the sound of blood flooded my ears. He stood there for what felt like hours but im pretty sure was only seconds before fizzing away into nothing. A low deep growl that could have been words that I couldn’t quite make out filled the space in his absence before disappearing with him into the darkness. I was then after a few moments of deep breathing able to sit up. I wiped the beads of sweat forming on my skin away. What in the actual fuck was that. That thing was real and Maybe im not crazy after all. What does it want with me?

After the shock wore off I gathered myself and continued about my regular routine. Feeding and milking Sticky, feeding and collecting eggs from Pick and Peck, mixing my milk and egg concoction and back to hammering away at the doors and window. When I slept I continued to dream of a blazing fire and smoke. I would wake to the figure at my feet each night staring at me with those red eyes. Each time he would fade away his words became a little more clear. The second night he appeared I had made out the words “Your soul.” Before he fizzled out of sight. The next night I got “Your soul Is mine.” The following night “Your soul is mine now!” That sentence shook me to the core. I was afraid to sleep after that. Would he take my soul next time I sleep? I just want out of this fucking hell!!! LET MEEEEE OOOUUUTTTTTT! I started to cry its the first time I cried since waking up here. I threw my body against the door so hard I nearly knocked myself out. I hadn’t slept in three days now and it was affecting my sanity. I just didn’t care anymore I wanted out Now!! I picked myself up and ran full speed and threw myself against the door again as hard as I could this time. Smashing my head so hard against the wood that the world went fuzzy and I blacked out.

When I awoke the figure was crouched down beside me. He placed his hand on my head and all my memories came flooding back. My mother, my father, an older brother named John and the farm we lived on. My name was Jane and I was 16. This was my family’s barn and Stickys name was actually Bell. I remember I was out doing Johns chores, he was very sick and couldn’t get out of bed. I left a lantern in the barn with Bell and the two hens since a storm had taken out our electricity the night before and it was to dark to see in there. I went out to feed the rest of the live stock in the fields. Something must have spooked Bell because I heard her cry out and then a shattering crash. Before I could even comprehend what all was happening I turn to see the barn was up in flames. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to get Bell out. She was my favorite cow I couldn’t let her die in there. Once I got into the barn though I couldn’t get us out. The fire had spread to the doorway so fast. So I tried for the window in the loft I thought if I could just get to it and scream for help my Father would surely hear me and save us. The smoke was so heavy though and I got so sleepy. Bell lay down beside me and together we just went to sleep.

“Jane you must come with me now. Im here to collect you and take you home.” The man said to me as I drifted back into conciseness. He no longer resembled the dark red eyed shadow as before. Now he was bright, glowing and he was so so beautiful. He had to be an angel. He took my hand in his and together we floated up torwards the clouds to my new home where I will wait for the day my family and I will be reunited.