#Chapter52 I don't have a gun

Hailey's POV

I watch the glittering stars dancing and celebrating their bright lights in the dark clear sky while parading around the proud full moon, singing silent but loud songs of praise. Today's night sky is much brighter, the moon looks happier than before and it clads the forest with its brightest blanket of light. Sort of like asking nature to celebrate life with it.

Barks and barks of trees, tall trees and small ones, surround the wooden house, hiding it from the dangerous world. This offers a bit of comfort, but nonetheless digs a well of worry of what might creep out of...