The sound of a car driving past woke me. I cracked my eyes open to see that some light was filtering from my window. Looking out of it I found that the sky was still overcast, but at least it stopped raining. I turned to my alarm clock finding it to be 11 A.M, good thing it’s still the school holidays. Though they are ending soon and I’m going to have to go to that new school.
I groaned getting up, still in my clothes from last night. I dragged myself to my wardrobe and picked out a basic hoodie and some jeans dumping my worn clothes on the floor in a damp pile. Mum and Dad must still be at work judging from how silent the house still was. I moved towards my large window which gave me a view I always enjoyed. It showed the city not far away from the rural area that I could look over. The lights and bustle of the city was most breath-taking at night. However as I stared out I noticed something hanging from the guttering outside my room. I slid the window open allowing me to lean out and get a better view of it.
A scrap of royal blue cloth was caught on the guttering. It's back a shimmering white. I reached for it; my fingers lightly brushing the cloth brought a cold surge down my spine. Well that woke me up properly, but what the hell was it? I continued to reach; leaning out far more than I should have and grasped it loosely, bringing it back inside. It felt unnaturally cool, icy even. Though that surge seems to have stopped, the cloth felt strange. It was very smooth, but at the same time it was very tough. Tougher than any piece of cloth should have been. How could this have fallen off of its original piece? It has to be tougher than leather and yet is as thin as silk! The fact that not a single speck of dirt dulled its vibrant colors only made me more curious to find out where it came from. The guttering was anything but clean. Did someone deliberately put it there? I doubt it, not many people climb a roof to put a weird piece of cloth outside someone’s room.
At least I hope no one does. This suddenly just became a lot creepier. Now I can't help but wonder if someone was on my roof at all. Let alone outside my room. Hopefully this was just blown up there by the wind. Though the chances of that are slim, I'd rather not believe that someone was watching me. I set it down on my drawer, observing how it reflected the light like some kind of metal.
I can’t even begin to think what this was a part of, but it was an interesting trinket none the less. Thinking about how it could have gotten there reminded me of that old lady I met the other day. She said something about a hermit following me, but this cloth couldn’t be evidence for it. No hermit comes into the middle of town to leave a piece of cloth a hermit couldn’t afford hanging from a piece of guttering.
Maybe it was a Digimon, I mean I haven’t seen one but it could be. They could have been using the rooftops to travel and a piece of their clothing got stuck. It would certainly explain the unnatural feeling of it. Though I wasn’t looking forward to meeting one, stories of them ranged from neutral to vicious. The few friendly stories spread in-between about something called the ‘Digi-Destined’. The same people I’m now living in the same town with. I heard that Digimon showed up here all the time, given how the ‘Digi-Destined’ were apparently prone to making enemies.
Thankfully I haven’t met them; otherwise I would have been put on someone’s hit list by now. That old lady could have been a contractor for all I know, and I wouldn’t have that much trouble believing it. The only silver lining to be seen was the fact that now I knew to avoid her store. I still can’t get over how she knew when I got here. She doesn’t live close enough by to have seen the trucks, and I refuse to believe that she knows my parents. So either she really was psychic or just some sort of old creep. I’d much sooner believe the later.
I grabbed the cloth again putting it in my pocket, maybe I’d be able to go to a tailor to get it checked out. Though I have no idea where I’d find one… the internet wouldn’t be any help. I headed out of my room, noticing how cold the house was. Good thing I had plenty of layers to help me ignore it. I walked past the bathroom and office. Storming down the stairs I walked into the kitchen, grabbing some leftover steak.
I slid the plate into the oven, turning the knobs up to a decent heat before sitting on the counter opposite it. I suppose I should do something while I’m waiting…
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