Part II Scary Stories: Besiege

Produced by: Sruthi Tenkayala, Michael Krieger, Shaddia Qasem

PART ONE: Part I Scary Stories: Besiege 

Part II: The Walk

Allison grabbed Tommy by the arm. “Come on scaredy-cat. Let’s go before it gets too dark for you,” Allison said with a laugh.  

The two stepped out into the fall night, locking the front door behind them. Allison took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp fall air. “This is why I love going at night, Tommy,” she said with a smile on her face. “It’s just so beautiful.” 

Tommy looked at his sister with admiration. Even though she never listened to a word he said and often got on his nerves, she never ceased to see the beauty in everything. That was what he loved and admired about Allison; she was the optimist of the two, always keeping Tommy in check of his pessimism.  

She drove him crazy, but he wouldn’t trade her for any other sister in the world.  

As they walked through their neighborhood, Tommy noticed something was different. “Huh...” he said to himself. “I don’t hear crickets. Or owls. I don’t hear any wildlife for that matter. We have walked quite a way.” Allison stopped walking, focusing on the naked sound of nothingness.  

“That’s odd.” Allison paused, thinking. “Maybe they’re all out partying in a different neighborhood tonight,” she said as she shrugged and laughed out loud.  

Then, in the blink of an eye, Allison went from confused to curious.  

“Ooh!” she said with excitement as she pointed in the distance. “What’s that over there? Is that a wood trail?”  

Shoving past Tommy, she walked with deliberation to the supposed trail.  

“Wait!” Tommy yelled. “Allison! Don’t go there! You don’t know what could be in those woods.” 

Running after Allison, Tommy felt an immediate chill run down his spine as he stepped foot into the woods. The heaviness of the trees blocked the moonlight, stripping away the feeling of safety. A feeling of urgency came over Tommy. 

“Allison,” Tommy called as he looked around, hyperaware of their surroundings. “Something feels wrong. We need to go back.” 

Tommy caught up to Allison. “Don’t be a party-pooper,” Allison said. “We haven’t seen this place before. It can be like our own adventure.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Why won’t you just listen to me? Just this once, Allison. Please. This place doesn’t feel right. We need to lea-” 

Suddenly, Tommy put his hand out, stopping Allison from going any further. “Do you see that?” Tommy asks with wide, fearful eyes. Allison looks around. “No,” she replies hesitantly. “I don’t see anything.” 

Tommy grabbed her arm and squeezed. “In the trees,” he whispered. Yet again, Allison looked around, squinting her eyes and scanning the tree line. “Tommy, I don’t see anyth-”  

Frantic, Tommy put his hand over his sister’s mouth. “Be quiet,” he whispered with a hint of panic in his voice. “Someone is watching us.”

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