Teenage Monsters (part 1)

As a teenager, I never really believed in monsters; unless they would eat my adoptive parents. (Pun intended) Well maybe not really, but I wasn't really afraid of monsters until one fall night.

It had been a very cloudy day earlier and had been drizzling off and on all day. It had started to cool down the temp had been in the mid 60's during the day, and was cooler at night,

We had been raking the leaves up the past few days, weather permitting.  We lived in a rural area, where our closest neighbor was about four blocks away.  Our house was a three bedroom modular home with built in basement and a small loft.  

My family had money, because my foster father was part of the mafia, at least it was suspected he was.  At this point, I didn't care or know what the mafia was...if it was true.

We had 3 small to medium barns for our pigs and a few cows we had, plus a chicken coop made out mostly wiring and a roof over their huts.  My chores during the day and after school was feeding the pigs, checking the coop, for eggs and made sure all the animals had plenty of food and water.

After school, when I was out doing my chores before dinner, I would take my boombox out and listen to music, while I worked.   Back then I was just getting into music, so my tastes were eclectic. Mostly pop music with country as well. 

I would sing out loud to the songs I knew, while tending to the animals.  To me I enjoyed taking care of the animals, it gave me a break of my nighttime abuse. 

Back then I was very slender, and had green/hazel color eyes, with my long blonde hair.  Even though most people might have considered me pretty, I felt ugly hiding my secrets of abuse, feeling as if I was punished for whatever reason.

Well the day before I got locked in our barn, I was out cleaning and had a strange feeling that someone or something was watching me. I had a very cold chill go down my spine, so I hurried my chores to get inside the house.

Like clockwork around 1 am my abuser would come into my room to do his "duty".  Although painful and sadistic as my tormentor was, a very small part of me felt relieved knowing that I was safe from the mysterious force outside.

It was windy that night and I could hear the branches scratching the side of our house. My mind was racing thinking about the sensation I felt earlier outside.

So the next morning, I asked my foster brother if he had heard anything outside yesterday.  He sorta chuckled thinking I was crazy.   He teased me some on the bus on our way to school.  I tried to ignore him, like I didn't care.

Yet deep down, I still felt like something was out there.  So all day, It was in the back of my mind.  Taunting me, inviting me to come outside.

As fate would have it, I believe my foster brother told our dad, about me being scared, so they planned an unwelcome surprise for me. After dinner I usually wash up and do my homework.  Tonight my foster dad wanted me to come outside and check on the animals, he said there was a storm coming and wanted to make sure they were safe and sound.

Like a good servant I went out and checked on the animals, while I was inside I heard our gate close and latch.  I yelled out "Hey what's going on", all I got was laughter and a voice saying "You are being punished and sleeping in the barn for the night."

I whimpered asking "Why?"

But there was no response, just quietness, except for the wind howling down knocking the trees against the side of the barn. Through this commotion , I could hear a soft moaning sound getting louder  and louder and the small branches snapping in half as if someone was coming closer and closer.

To be continued...