Whispers in the Woods

Lisa

 

In the woods

 

I wandered into the woods behind our house, curious about the mysterious sound that had caught my attention. I couldn't shake my fascination with the woods, and I didn't understand why I was so drawn there.

 

"Lisa, why are you here again?" My mother questioned me from the forest floor, eyeing me suspiciously. She had warned me not to come, but I couldn't help it. I always felt at ease in the woods. I couldn't make sense of the strange things that were happening to me.

 

"Mother, why are you here?" The moonlight illuminated the concern on her face.

 

"Answer me. What are you doing here?" she yelled at me, rising from the floor to approach me.

 

"Nothing, Mom," I replied. "I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I just can't say. In the woods, I feel safe. It's like something is in there calling for me."

 

"No! Lisa, I want you to pay attention to what I'm saying," she uttered. "I want you to avoid the woods. Do I make sense?"

 

"No, Mother, I don't understand what's happening to me. I keep hearing a strange voice in my head, and I've been telling you about it since I was fifteen, but you haven't done anything," I fired back at her.

 

I was becoming frustrated. "I feel a strong pull towards the woods, but all you do is warn me to stay away. I can't shake the feeling that you know something you're not telling me."

 

"Lisa, I want you to listen to me," she stated.

 

"Tell me, Mother. You know something, right? But you're not telling."

 

I looked my mother in the eyes, trying to figure out what she wasn't telling me. She looked back, and I could see the resignation in her gaze. We stayed there for a few moments before she chose to speak.

 

"I don't know anything, child. Just go back to your room," she emitted.

 

"Mother, I want to know. I'm not a child anymore. Please tell me if you know something," I said, trying to look into her eyes, but she looked away.

 

"Lisa, I need you to stop asking questions and listen to me. I want you to stay away from the woods," she warned.

 

I was left speechless as she walked away, back toward the house. I was alone when my mother left, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had kept from me.

 

My name is Lisa Smith, and I am a twenty-two-year-old designer. I live with my mother in a small town in the woods, far from anyone else. I have always wondered why my mother lives alone and has no friends, but I have never received an answer. When I was fifteen, I started feeling strange, as if something was calling me. Strange things began to happen, such as hearing voices and feeling a connection to the woods. I also possess a rare and unfathomable strength. I thought I was going insane until I confided in my mother and realized she was keeping a secret from me.

 

****

 

Ring! Ring! Ring!

 

I groggily opened my eyes, wondering who was calling me early in the morning. I picked up my phone. It was David.

 

"Hey, babe, good morning. How are you?" he asked over the phone.

 

"David, I'm good. How was your night?"

 

"It was fine, my love. Do you want to see me today?"

 

"I can’t. I’m heading to work soon. Let's fix another date. I'm sorry, David."

 

"It's okay. Let's do that next time. I will talk to you later. I love you."

 

I checked my watch after I hung up the phone. Oh, my! I'll be late for work. I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom for a quick bath. I quickly changed and went downstairs.

 

"Good morning, sweetheart. How was your night?" My mother asked me, pulling me into a hug.

 

"Good morning, mother. I slept like a baby. How was yours?"

 

"It was fine, my darling daughter," she responded with a smile. Oh, my. I love seeing her smile. "Sit and eat your breakfast."

 

"I would love to eat, Mother, but I won't be able to. I'm going to be late for work." I grabbed my backpack and my car keys. "See you later, Mom. I love you."

 

"But…" I had already left the room before she could finish her sentence.

 

After sitting in traffic for twenty minutes, I rushed from my car so quickly I almost forgot to take the keys out of the ignition. I was already late. I hoped I wouldn’t have to meet my nasty boss.

 

"You're here, Lisa," Janet blurted. "Why are you so late?" Janet was both my coworker and my dearest friend. I didn't like having people around me, yet I was unable to clarify why I liked her.

 

"Good morning, Janet." I smiled. "I'm stuck in traffic. Is the boss around?"

 

"Oh yes. I’m glad you mentioned him. He is around. He wants to see you."

 

"He wants to see me, but why?" I despised seeing or meeting with this supervisor. He only knew how to flirt with me. What can I do to get out of this?

 

"I'm not sure. He asked for you, but you weren’t here. I think you should see him right away," Janet responded.

 

"Can you tell him that I am sick, Janet?"

 

"I'm sorry, Lisa, but I can't do that," she uttered. "You know what he's like."

 

"I understand. Thanks. I’ll be on my way."

 

With a heavy heart, I walked closer to his office. I hoped he wouldn’t find fault with me today. I knocked on his door when I arrived.

 

"You can come in." I heard his creepy voice behind the door. I tentatively opened the door and walked in.

 

"Good morning, sir," I said as I greeted him. Mr. Peter raised his head, dropped his pen, and smiled.

 

"You’re here, honey." Here we go again. He's at it.

 

"Sir, you asked for me?"

 

"Oh, yes." He rose from his seat and approached me. Mr. Peter encircled my waist with his hand. "My darling is here."

 

"What do you think you are doing, sir?"

 

"What do you think, honey?" he inquired, his grip on my waist tightening. He shifted his body to stand behind me.

 

"Stay away from me, old pervert," I screamed at him before pushing him away.

 

"Are you nuts, Lisa? How dare you treat me this way? Do you think I'm joking when I tell you how I feel?"

 

"I'm not, sir."

 

"Are you trying to take me for a fool just because I love you? Why can't you see that I love you? Give me a chance, honey?" He was a repulsive man! This old fool was enough to be my father.

 

"I want you to understand and imprint it on your skull that I am not interested in you, sir. Please respect my wishes and leave me alone," I said as calmly as I could through gritted teeth.

 

"Who do you think you are? A princess or something?" he yelled, clearly frustrated. "I would advise you to think twice before rejecting my offer, or else."

 

I hated being threatened. Did he really think I would stand here and let him bully me? No way, never.

 

"Or what else? Do you think you can do whatever you want?" I questioned. "I won't tolerate being bullied. I am not a pushover."

 

"Really?" he grinned menacingly. "You don't know your place. Since you want to do this the hard way, I'll oblige. I am your boss, and I have the power to end your career."

 

"I haven’t done anything to warrant being fired," I said with a chuckle. "You can't do anything to harm me, boss."

 

"Check the time!" he exclaimed. This demon. "Is it appropriate for you to be here at this hour? You're late for work, and you dare to display such arrogance, bitch."

 

"Sir, this is the first time I've been late since starting here. I got stuck in traffic. I apologize." My mother and I relied on my income. I couldn’t afford to lose this job; otherwise, we'd struggle to make ends meet.

 

"Do you think that saying sorry will solve everything?" he sneered.

 

"I'm sorry, sir," I whispered, trying my best to diffuse the situation.

 

He moved closer to me. "Really? Are you truly sorry?"

 

"Yes, sir," I replied.

 

"I don't think you're sincere enough, honey," he whispered into my ears. I was burning with rage.

 

"I am, sir. Please trust me," I looked at the floor to hide the hatred in my eyes.

 

"Then show me how sorry you are," he demanded. His breath drifted across my face, and a wave of nausea washed through me.

 

"How?" I asked.

 

"I want you to get on your knees, unbutton my pants, and perform oral sex on me."