Whispers_Our Story

ARYAN'S P *O *V.

Tracy didn't go to ˈwo͝odlənd as planned, it occurred to us that the person toying with her is stronger than we thought or it might be that we are being spied in our own house.

Chris and I changed the plan that we communicate anything about Tracy by writing it down. Today is the d-day. Three days from the day we discussed the issue of following Tracy to ˈWO͝ODLƏND and nothing happened till now as Chris said.

Tracy quietly rose from the bed, she didn't look around. She just walks, as she walks to the doorway, the doors opened on its own. We didn't rush after her, though I almost did I had to stay calm for her because I want her to get better, I want this to stop and I am to be blamed if anything happens to her.

God! If I hadn't blacked out on that day in Maganda this wouldn't be like this. Chris touched me lightly and I climbed off the bed and quietly followed behind as we make our way to ˈwo͝odlənd.

The place is f.u.c.k.i.n.g creepy, just the big eyes of an owl perched on the green trees can rotate your bone but I have to be strong for my Tracy. The chirping sound of crickets was very loud and the hooting of an owl was coming from one direction. The night bird were flying while making a weird noise.