Chapter 28: Epilogue

Theme: "Second Chance" by Shinedown

I rubbed my hands together nervously as I looked around the town. All that was there for the bus stop was a wooden bench that was positioned right in front of a motel. Lizzie and I were going to spend the night there, but not surprisingly, the front desk told us that since we were minors, we couldn't rent a room by ourselves. There's a part of me that thinks she only turned us down because of how we looked. I just hoped the bus would get here before she decided we might be trouble-making runaways and call the police.

The highway was nearby, and the only way we could see was from the brightass billboard signs and constant coming-and-going of cars on the road. I began to bounce my legs up and down. It was cold out, and I cold feel my ears going numb. The sky was as black as tar, save for a few stars that managed to break through the light pollution and shine enough to form the little dipper.

This was one of the few exceptions we'd be making: traveling at night. She figured that we could catch some shut eye on it, and it'd be quite a distance. According to the schedule, it would take a few hours to get to the next city. It probably wouldn't be wise traveling in the dead of night. But after what I found on my hand, there's no way we're spending another night within a 50-mile radius of it. We were scared shitless, and nearly got hit by a truck scrambling out of there.

"You okay?" Lizzie asked from beside me. I glanced at her, before nodding my head. We're the only ones at the bus stop, and I feel like a black sheep in a sea of white. I know that we're not in someplace like Ciudad Juarez, so it's not like we're gonna get caught in a drive-by and there's a miniscule chance of getting mugged, but it's not that I'm worried about.

It's the fact that I know He's nearby. And so is totheark. On impulse, the second I think of either of them, I turn my head behind me. Nothing but the bright hotel and the many cars lining in the parking lot. He's somewhere, hiding in the shadows as if to pop out and say "BOO!" at any moment.

I nearly jump at the feel of Lizzie's hand on my knee. I looked at her. She replied, "Bus is here." Sure enough, the tall white monster was coming right this way. I let out a sigh of relief that we wouldn't have to be sitting here in the dead of the night any longer. The time on my watch read that it was 9:45...if my time was even right in this area. All I know is that tomorrow is Monday, and the third day we've been living as drifters.

Hurriedly I got on the bus, and sat somewhere in the middle. I will admit, I was a little creeped out by the other passengers on board. Surprisingly, there were quite a few of them. And most of them were men that ranged to from being someone fresh out of college to being as old as my dad. A little intimidating, so to say. I felt Lizzie plop down beside me. I could see out of the corner of my eye her staring at me for a second before taking out her iPod and putting her earplugs in.

Me, I just put my chin on my palm and stared out the window. I could feel the vibration as the bus started up again, and I just stared off into space as flashes of light and buildings passed by. For what was probably the ten-thousandth time these three days, I thought of my family.

As much as it pains me to remember them and think about what they're going through with me gone, I always think back to them. Like how they're handling it. Are there search teams going out like in the news reports? Are they constantly answering the phone? Are missing persons signs scattered throughout the neighborhood? I know Mom's probably falling apart, Bethany's shut herself out of the world, and Dad might be crying where nobody can see him. I wonder how long it'll be until they give up hope that I'm coming home, or that I'm still alive. Probably never, probably two years. Either way-

He just passed by.

Yep, just like that. Staring out the window, and then all of a sudden, I caught him by a streetlight. Just standing there. Letting me know that he's still here.

I know that we can't outrun him. No matter where we go or where we hide, he's always going to be there. Always going to be there to make my life more a of a living hell. And I know that just because we rally up, doesn't mean that we're going to find a way to get rid of him. Some of the others who've seen him probably don't even want to help us. But I also know that we can't do this alone. Marble Hornets couldn't do it, TribeTwelve couldn't do it, and TJA Projects couldn't do it. But maybe, just maybe, if we can gather up as many as we can, then maybe we have a chance.

We just all need to be prepared to run like hell.

And that is that, the official conclusion to Creeping In The Night. But don't go yet, I have a sequel planned for this. All I'm going to be revealing is that it takes a few years into the future and that Lizzie and Joanne are no longer by themselves on the run. Questions will be raised, secrets will be revealed, heartstrings will be pulled, and trusts will be betrayed.

FIN