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Authors: Andre Beerwinkel
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crowd
starts to thin out as people turn off to their houses. When she and
her mommy arrive at the edge of the field which they must cross to
reach her daddy’s house, they are alone.
The shadows
deepen and seems to come alive as a wind starts to cry like a lost
soul all around them. She holds the Barbie doll closer to her
chest.
The treacherous
township lies all around them with its lighted houses and drunk
people and screaming children and blaring music. The field is like
a totally different world. A world of gloomy silence. It is
supposed to be a sports field, but nobody takes care of it. The
grass is long and thick bushes have sprung up all over. Here and
there are still open patches where the children play in the
afternoons. Little footpaths criss-cross in the green of the grass,
because it is a general thoroughfare for the public.
People have
been murdered and raped on this field. Many believe that those
spirits and anger and hate are still inhabiting this field and
makes itself known in the darkness of the night.
There is no
alternative, though. They will have to cross the field to get to
her daddy’s house. They have always crossed it during the day and
this will be the first time they cross it at night.
Page hold
tightly onto her mother’s hand as they step out of the pool of
light into the shadows of the field. For a while it is only the
dull sounds of their footsteps as they walk over the soft
grass.
Then she starts
hearing it. At first it is very faint and then it becomes louder.
She gives a quick look backwards but sees nothing.
“Mommy,
somebody is following us.” She says when she sees her mommy doesn’t
react.
“No, baby,
nobody is following us. We are quite alone.”
But she still
hears the footsteps as it comes behind them through the long grass
like a demon stalking its prey. There is the clear sounds of her
and her mommy’s footsteps and then the booming sounds of the unseen
person behind them. She hears it clearly. And the footsteps are
getting closer.
“Mommy, I hear
footsteps. Someone is behind us.” She is too scared to look behind
her now and she pulls on her mommy’s hand.
“No, baby. You
are imagining things. There is no-one here.” Her mommy stops. “Look
for yourself, baby. There is no one behind us.”
Page clutches
the Barbie doll desperately now.
She cautiously
turns around drawing courage from the closeness of her mother.
There is only the blackness of the field and the far off street
lights in the distance. The dark field is all around them and even
if they run she don’t think they will reach safety before those
footsteps catch up with them. The welcoming street lights look so
far away with her and her mommy standing in a sea of dull darkness.
A darkness that she don’t like at all. A darkness that folds over
her like a cold and cruel hand.
The footsteps
are gone now, but she is still unsure as they start walking again.
The wind makes the leaves rustle.
As they start
walking through soft sand she can’t hear her own footsteps anymore.
The field becomes even darker with thick bushes next to the
footpath like evil trolls ready to jump on them. She is so scared
now that if it wasn’t for the strength of her mommy next to her she
would have run into the night screaming at the top of her voice.
There is nothing except for the soft voice of the wind as it moves
through the branches of the thick bushes.
Then she hears
it again. Much closer now. The strange thing is that the footsteps
seems to be gaining on them, then it disappears for a while and
then it follows them again.
“Mommy, I hear
it again. There IS someone following us. He is coming from behind.
He is hiding in the bushes.” She talks in a scared whisper as she
pulls on her mommy’s dress to emphasise the urgency of the matter.
“We must run, mommy...we must run.” She looks carefully behind them
to see if she can’t see who is behind them. There is nothing but
darkness. She can’t even see the
starts to thin out as people turn off to their houses. When she and
her mommy arrive at the edge of the field which they must cross to
reach her daddy’s house, they are alone.
The shadows
deepen and seems to come alive as a wind starts to cry like a lost
soul all around them. She holds the Barbie doll closer to her
chest.
The treacherous
township lies all around them with its lighted houses and drunk
people and screaming children and blaring music. The field is like
a totally different world. A world of gloomy silence. It is
supposed to be a sports field, but nobody takes care of it. The
grass is long and thick bushes have sprung up all over. Here and
there are still open patches where the children play in the
afternoons. Little footpaths criss-cross in the green of the grass,
because it is a general thoroughfare for the public.
People have
been murdered and raped on this field. Many believe that those
spirits and anger and hate are still inhabiting this field and
makes itself known in the darkness of the night.
There is no
alternative, though. They will have to cross the field to get to
her daddy’s house. They have always crossed it during the day and
this will be the first time they cross it at night.
Page hold
tightly onto her mother’s hand as they step out of the pool of
light into the shadows of the field. For a while it is only the
dull sounds of their footsteps as they walk over the soft
grass.
Then she starts
hearing it. At first it is very faint and then it becomes louder.
She gives a quick look backwards but sees nothing.
“Mommy,
somebody is following us.” She says when she sees her mommy doesn’t
react.
“No, baby,
nobody is following us. We are quite alone.”
But she still
hears the footsteps as it comes behind them through the long grass
like a demon stalking its prey. There is the clear sounds of her
and her mommy’s footsteps and then the booming sounds of the unseen
person behind them. She hears it clearly. And the footsteps are
getting closer.
“Mommy, I hear
footsteps. Someone is behind us.” She is too scared to look behind
her now and she pulls on her mommy’s hand.
“No, baby. You
are imagining things. There is no-one here.” Her mommy stops. “Look
for yourself, baby. There is no one behind us.”
Page clutches
the Barbie doll desperately now.
She cautiously
turns around drawing courage from the closeness of her mother.
There is only the blackness of the field and the far off street
lights in the distance. The dark field is all around them and even
if they run she don’t think they will reach safety before those
footsteps catch up with them. The welcoming street lights look so
far away with her and her mommy standing in a sea of dull darkness.
A darkness that she don’t like at all. A darkness that folds over
her like a cold and cruel hand.
The footsteps
are gone now, but she is still unsure as they start walking again.
The wind makes the leaves rustle.
As they start
walking through soft sand she can’t hear her own footsteps anymore.
The field becomes even darker with thick bushes next to the
footpath like evil trolls ready to jump on them. She is so scared
now that if it wasn’t for the strength of her mommy next to her she
would have run into the night screaming at the top of her voice.
There is nothing except for the soft voice of the wind as it moves
through the branches of the thick bushes.
Then she hears
it again. Much closer now. The strange thing is that the footsteps
seems to be gaining on them, then it disappears for a while and
then it follows them again.
“Mommy, I hear
it again. There IS someone following us. He is coming from behind.
He is hiding in the bushes.” She talks in a scared whisper as she
pulls on her mommy’s dress to emphasise the urgency of the matter.
“We must run, mommy...we must run.” She looks carefully behind them
to see if she can’t see who is behind them. There is nothing but
darkness. She can’t even see the
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