Project Heartstrings

You had finally done it. You had saved up enough cash to buy a home in the woods. It wasn't much (space wise), but at least it covered more space than in your apartment. Costed quite a fortune, and you already planned out future charges that were to be made towards you. Well, you didn't have a new job yet, but since you had a large round of money, worrying about so was going to be the last thing to do, first month or so after you arrive. Everything was packed and ready to go.

You glance once more from outside your apartment building.

Oh who doesn't say goodbye to old habits such as this one.

You turn and head towards your truck. This was going to be a long drive. Especially when you were going to be driving from New York to Colorado.

"Oh--shit!"

You turn the steering wheel sharply to the right. You were tired as hell, and just barely avoided the oncoming vehicle. There were not many vehicles on this lane, and you just wanted to rest. Roughly 3 days on the road, a couple hundred spent on gas. You look upon the approaching mountaintop glazed within the night's twinkles.

"Gorgeous"

And it was all going to be worth it soon. You take note of an exit to your right. This should be it. You take a right turn into the rocky road. Rocky indeed. This really jerked you awake. Heading down the road. Farther. Through the curves, your high beams covering the gravel road. After what seemed like a millennium, you gaze to your left.

"Oh, wow."

That was a very decently-in-shape cabin. The inside lights were not a glow, yet fortunately, the path lights gave away your new home. In all honesty, you were expecting worse.

You turned into the driveway.

Thump.

That sounds to be the bumper advising you this is your stopping point. You exit your car.

Oh sweet shit what is that smell!? Must be the smell of the... forest? Maybe?

Last time you've visited a forest was when you were much younger. You never recalled such a smell hitting your nostrils. It could have been possible your sense of smell was far less sensitive when you were.

Bah. Forget it. It's pitch black out here and I just want some sleep.

You take your luggage inside, tossing them onto the couch. Not bothering to take sheets and a blanket out for your new mattress in the bedroom. Heading through the hall, last door on the right into the bedroom.

Oh nice

It had already been accommodated with sheets and a blanket. A pillow along with it all. Not but an hour, yet something tells you're going to like it here. But something else wishes for something supernatural to occur, because who doesn't sometimes hope for that?

A bit of pizzazz in your life would be nice.

Your eyes opening. You glance to your left. Dim lighting enters your chamber. Not exactly early morning dim, but rather a mid-day dim.

What is that sound... White Noise? Oh. It's raining. Right.

You'll need to get used to these weather changes. A clear night, yet a tedious morning. Odd.

You sluggishly move out from under the covers, and stand up to the right side of your bed. Back aching. You stretch, praying no cramps follow.

Thank God.

You walk through the door frame to the right foot of the bed. Entering the hallway, you see mahogany wood lining the floors, along with hickory accommodating the walls. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you turn around, facing the end of the hall. A nice painting covers the wall. Mount Elbert. Your new home for a good while.

You make a 180 degrees turn and walk forward through the hall. You exit the hallway, into your living room. A very compact space this place turns out to be. A full room comes into view. A living room, split in half by the kitchen's bar area. To your left and across the living room, a large glass sliding door. To your right, the front door.

You take a minute to stare outside at the rain, splashing against the acre of backyard land you now owned. Not the thunder type, or lightning type. Just good ol' heavy rain. The pitter patter of it against the sliding door gives you a chill. A soothing chill.

You walk over to the futon you tossed your bag onto the night before and open it up.

Shit.

You discover you had left your coffee maker in the car. You sigh and shuffle through your bag for your raincoat.

Oh dammit, not that too...

You turn around and walk towards the door and open it to massive amounts of rain falling upon your half acre of front lawn.

Well, let's get this over with.

You run out the door and immediately turn to the left. The strong scent comes into range of your nose yet again. You cover your nose with your shirt, and continue to make a run for it to the side of your home. At last. You reach your electric carriage.

What in the...

"What the fuck... is that?" you say to yourself quietly. You're looking towards the head bumper of your truck. "The hell..." Nothing more leaves your mouth. It's raining heavily now. You can't get a good look of it.

Is that a... horse? No, no... It's too small for a horse. A pony, it seems.

Seems like you hit it last night. You were so fatigued. A bumper? Really? Why the hell would you assume there's a BUMPER to advise you to halt? For ANY home? No. No further thinking on that part...

Wait a second. The gray rain was overtaking your color perception. Your eyes at last adjust to the color. "Green?" You rub your eyes, and take another glance. "And... red?" It has a dark red color, and seems to slowly wash onto the gravel road.

Is that... "Blood!?"

Your voice fades away to a whisper, determining possible creatures this could possibly resemble. Nothing you had ever seen before in your life. You get closer when you suddenly realize you should probably move the car off of it.

Reach into your pocket. Grab the keys, and move the truck. That's the only thought you focus on right now.

You reach into your pocket for your keys, get into your car, start it up, and slowly move it back. Carefully. In case it's already injured, you don't want to injure it any more than it already has been. After moving back to the point where you can get a good look at it, you release the keys, and leave your truck. You make your way back over to it, heart rate increasing every step of the way. You reach it and take another view.

"Sweet benevolent Christ."

It's chest has been torn open. You can see its entrails. "Holy... Is that it's head?"

It's head has been replaced with some sort of complex mechanism.

A god damned machine.

"Oh... Ough..."

Your stomach cringes at the sight. Legs becoming limp, you collapse to the ground, and shift away from this creature. Your stomach gripes, and gives in. Vomit leaves your mouth, and is thrown upon the ground next to you. You can't stand this sight. You can't stand this smell of old rusty pennies... And this damn white noise. You heave yourself up, and begin to run back for your home.

Did that leg just twitch.

You dart into your home and shut the door. You slide down the door, and clench your hands against your head, a million thoughts rushing through it at a time. Sobbing is heard from you. You're not exactly crying, but tears are felt leaving your eyes. Even through the wet rain you're covered in. What the fuck was that, and what were you going to do with it?