Damp, ominous, ghoulish; the repugnant ghoulish thickets were sickening shade of sage. The queer ancient fable was the reason she had been there, in the disturbing waterlogged woods. A dense juniper canopy blanketed the colourless pewter sky. Barely visible the heavens seldom let the light of a subtle star through. A deafening silence had followed her in. Darkened tones of carob stood in towering lanky figures eventually fading into the foliage overhead.
She trekked through the graphite mist with nothing but a fruitless torch in her hands. Just a few moments ago, she had been sitting in a modest room with shimmering golden walls with a considerable crowd of friends. As tradition, an amusing game of truth or dare had been proceeding, each task significantly more extreme than the last. When it was her turn, she’d landed the task of hiking straight into the eerie woods, dead in the middle of the night. She was in search of the mythical spirits that supposedly lurked around here. She herself did not believe in such tales but chills still ran down her spine as she had ventured deeper into the clutches of the forest.
In only a dozen or so minutes she reluctantly trudged in deep enough to be unable to see the winding path she’d followed in. The umber and pine shrubs and timber seemed strikingly alike. She reassured herself, I can just go back out the way I came in. Its only been a quarter an hour I’ll start going back out in another quarter, they might believe I was actually looking for imaginary beings – or rather not beings, as they’d have to be dead, she chuckled at her own joke.
By now, her trainers were thoroughly soaked and her hefty coat drenched in icy droplets, from the vast smoky clouds that concealed the entire floor, as though it had been raining. The atmosphere seemed to darken more than it already had been.
A sudden jerk forward.
She began to trip.
She’d always been the clumsy type so she was surprised to find there was a large ash rock that her foot had hooked onto. At first, she didn’t pay much attention to it, but then decided she walked long enough and resolved to resting where she was before starting her journey back. She took another glance at the rock; something was distinct about it. Perhaps it was its odd parchment colours against the dusty hickory soil. Curiosity took control and she began to dig around it. It revealed itself slowly.
Not a rock.
It was a large humanoid shape.
A skull.
She shrieked and dropped it, bolting as far from it as possible. No idea where she was headed.
It took them almost 2 whole days to find her. But she was never the same as before. She was distracted. Disturbed. Distraught, and no one knew why, more had happened in the woods than was revealed.
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ♡︎ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!!
