Short story

Cedrik went through the small town seeing everything was quiet and lonely.

He kept wandering off, following the red string which was attached to him when he woke up on his bed.

Time goes by as the sun slowly goes down.

He realized he ended up in the woods without thinking about the time.

But  as he hears some whispering voices and sees lights around him, he tries  to run away but ran at the direction where the red string would lead  him.

His comfy sweater would make him warm but as he kept running away, it surely got hot.

After a tiring run, he sat by a big tree as he hears the trees rustling as the wind goes.

Slowly he tried to close his eyes but could not after feeling a bit concern for those 'lights' again.

'...I shouldn't sleep on such open field..' he mumbles and wandered off again in the night.

Some time later he got really tired, his eyesight got shady and his strength got weak as a blade of a grass.

Cedrik ended up fainting on a open field.

Soon later on he woke up on the open field again, seeing the string got cut loose.

'..Cecil' he says and looks around, trying to find the string.

Surprisingly he found the strings end of the cutting loose hidden in the bushes.

But something was a bit off, the string was now on the way back, the way he went and met those 'lights'.

He looked on the path that the string was on, he couldn't resist but kept wandering off while following the string.

Hours went and the time past by, soon the night fell again as he felt the presence of the those 'lights'.

Cedrik started to speed up his walking but whenever he looked back, he saw nothing but hands.

In confusion, he wondered what they were but still feared them for being dangerous.

The hands were glowing white, as if they were the 'lights' he saw before but he heard the whispering again.

'Come Cedrik..' 'Follow us.. the string is on this way..' 'Cecil is waiting on the other side...' 'Cedrik..' 'Cedrik.' 'Cedrik!' 'CEDRIK!'

The whispering stopped and turned into instead shouting and screaming of his name.

Cedrik started to run for his life as he kept running the way the string was going.

He was panting alot as the hands started to reach for him, but he kept looking back than forward.

But when he looked back forward, a hand was reaching out for him. '.... Cedrik?'

He had heard that voice before and he responded to it, 'Cecil! Is that... you?' he asked.

The  soothing voice didn't reply this Cedriks response, instead the hands  caught him while he heard those screams and shouts saying,

'Good boy.'

........................................  Few days later, the young boy was sitting by his dinner table as the TV  was on, the news was coming by.

The young boy was eating his dinner as a sudden news about boys named Cedrik and Cecil.

He looked up on the TV as the news reporter said,

'Two  young boys has been brutally murdered of a group with elderly men. The  group is arrested after killing them, one of the men has told that they  raped only one of the boys but as the rest of the group denies it and  says they didn't do anything to them. The reason of this murder hasn't  been found yet but the police is now investigating on the crime scene,  though they only found one item around the scene.
It was only a red  string attached to the oldest boy , Cedrik, onto one of his fingers as  the other end of the string was attached to the younger boy, Cecil, to  one of his fingers. As if it has happened that the boys was kidnapped on  their way home from school, there was only 1 witness that saw when they  were kidnapped, that was the--'

...The boy turned off his TV, after finishing his dinner, he stood up leaving the plate on the dinner table.

'I never found the end of it.' he mumbled and wandered off outside following the red string that was still attached to one of his fingers.

Cedrik wander off again, just to meet his friend, Cecil.