If You Can Hear Me…

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

He knew there was something out there. He heard it with his own ears. What it was was indistinguishable though, and despite his obviously strong will, he didn’t really want to go out there. He was out in the middle of nowhere after all.

Huff. Huff. Huff.

There it was again; he tried to go back to sleep. The sliver of moonlight in his eyes keeping him from drifting off; there was something out there, not that he’d wanted to know what it was.

“Who’s out there?!” His voice was raspy.

Huff. Huff. Huff.

The cold air and the dark outline of the trees was outlined by the stars, and against the wind blowing were the sounds of wolves and owls.

“Who’s out there?! What do you want?! Why are you here?” His voice was louder now.

He had given up on sleep at this point and just sat on his mattress, holding onto his cell phone, with its backlight on. But as he sat there, he heard noises which sounded only like pat, pat, pat.

Then he felt something.

Crash.

Having fallen over, he couldn’t tell who it was that was next to him.

“Who’s there?”

"I’m here for you.”