The Man In The Tree

I'm writing this because he is coming for us.

If you are reading this,

You must have been stolen too.

If you can remember your last moments before your capture,

then you must remember the man in the tree.

He watches us.

He enjoys watching us.

Although most people who watch other people often do it because they are obsessed with that person,

I can say that he is not obsessed with us,

but with his hunger.

He stands amongst a crowd at times,

searching hungrily for an innocent child.

He will then spot the child and follow them. 

He only ever resides in trees,

but I've seen him on foot.

He is tall and lean,

but he is far from human.

He drools sometimes when enticed by the sight of fearful children,

but it's the innocent ones that drive him wild.

He makes his selection very very carefully.

He can't make a mistake.

He must find the most innocent, if not the most fearful child he possibly can.

He is the tallest man you will ever see.

It's nearly impossible to miss him.

When he is in trees, he is hunched and hidden.

He will not reveal himself until the child has found him.

He will intrigue them with the sound of his calming voice.

It is smooth and warm, 

but do not let it fool you.

It is a facade.

He tricked me,

but he did not eat me because I fought back,

therefore I lost my innocence and fear.

He never lets a child go.

Never.

He will taunt us until we are afraid.

If we reach a peak where we can never be afraid,

he will kill us and hide us somewhere where no man dwells.

I am here in this darkness,

writing this letter to you in the blindness of my foolishness.

We are all fools.

He has fooled us into his games and now we must pay the price.

He wants to eat us,

but he is forever linked to us.

He will reside bent and broken in trees for the rest of his long life,

simply because he is afraid of death.

Just like you and me,

he doesn't want to die.

Just like you and me,

he is truly afraid on the inside,

only his fear will not quench our thirst,

but feed our foolishness.

In here,

where the bad children go,

we know that he is wrong.

We are not bad,

but mad.

We are broken by those that like to break people.

He was once broken like us,

but now he takes pleasure in breaking.

If you are reading this,

down here after we have been devoured,

do not have mercy on him.

Kill him whilst you are innocent.

If you fail,

you will become one of us.

We never leave.

We are here.

We are watching.

We are your friends,

but he who watches from the highest branches of the trees,

is not.

He's coming for us.

We will die now.

We're not afraid.

It's alright.

His hunger will be fed until the next child is stolen.

We have been stolen from our families, friends, neighbors, and lives,

but now death welcomes us.

If he cannot bring you death,

then beg for fear.

Author's Note

I tried to be a little creative, but I'm not sure how well it went. What do you think?