Jane rose once the fire dissolved to sparkling coals, and stepped quietly across the abandoned road that was dappled by moonlight. There was an empty site across from their neighboring one, and Jane silently took a seat at the cold picnic table. He sighed, and looked about the road, knowing at any minute he would arrive. When Jane's mind began to wander, every falling leaf making him tense as his imagination turned tree trunks into bears, a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. But as Jane looked closer, they appeared to vanish, but the car didn't. There was a soft hum of a small vehicle coming his way. When Jane was certain it was who he was expecting he hopped from his seat and hurried into the site of 232 across from him, taking a seat at the lone picnic table. He was in complete darkness; the canopy above was thicker than other places, leaving his silhouette to blend in with the shadows.
The car slowed and gently rolled to a stop. Jane's eyes had become one with the night, and he could see the outline of a man as he quietly left his car, and stepped into the site. But as he neared, but still was a good distance from Jane, he noticed the man's walk was that of a drunken man. Jane took this opportunity and hastily climbed under that the picnic table, wincing when his head hit the top. Jane settled in and peered out through the gap above the bench. A flash light turned on, and Jane squinted as the man unconsciously shown it right at him but didn't see Jane's face. He heard the man burp as the light fell lazily to the ground, highlighting his green Crocs on his feet. Jane smiled. When the man was in earshot, Jane began his plan.
"Why." He let out, just loud enough to hear. The man's swaggering step stopped, dust dancing about in the beam of light from his heavy, dragging steps. "Why did you do it…?" He tried to make his voice as childish, yet ghostlike as he could, and when he heard himself he was glad the man was drunk as to not notice how ridiculous he really sounded.
"Who said that?" The man lazily flicked the light around the site. Jane picked up a good sized rock and tossed it into a bush nearby, making the man jump at the sound. "I said who said that?"
"Daddy." He let out quickly, and quieter. The man's flashlight dropped to the ground, blinding Jane. He looked away from the light, trying to crawl away from the glow. "You killed me. Why. Why…" His attempts as being a ghost were pathetic, yet the man believed him still.
"Todd? Todd?" He called out.
"Why…" Jane hissed out.
"Oh my god, oh my god…Todd…oh my lord. Well I had to Todd, I had to kill you." The man's blubbering voice was shaking.
"Why…"
"Todd you know why I had to kill ya…" The man went silent. Then Jane heard his heavy breathing quicken, and his tone change. "Damn't Todd!" He bellowed. "You fat bastard! You ate all my candy! All my candy! You always eat all my candy! You damn fat…" he trailed off, then fell back on the picnic table, his stinking Crocs inches from Jane's hands. Though the man had finished his confession, and that was all Jane needed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, stopped the recording on his phone, and slowly began to crawl out from behind the table. He looked the man over from behind. He bore hugely broad shoulders that shuddered with each sob like a stirring cave bear. In fact, this man appeared more bear like than human.
The man violently pounded on the table, sending pieces of it into the air. Jane bit his lip as he saw this man was more to fear than a bear, for he didn't just attack when his cubs were around, he attacked and killed his cubs. And now, Jane was no better off than one of them.
Jane tensed as he realized he had just gotten himself cornered and alone with an incredibly tall, brutal and obese, maniac.
He hadn't planned what to do from here, so he slowly began to back up, the man seeming to grow larger and larger. He winced when his toe met a pile of broken glass. The man's sobbing seized. As the shards snapped, so did the man. He jerked his tear covered bearded face around, enraged. Whether he had realized Jane was the one tricking him, or he believed he was about to attack a ghost, didn't matter. He yelped as the man hurled himself across the table, landing with a boom that burned in Jane's skull.