madeley woods

“Oh come on,” Danny pleaded, “don’t be a coward”.

“It’s not that. I just don’t want to”.

Madeley woods: the place where all kids thought it would be fun to hang out once Autumn came, once the darkness began appearing in the skies, once the crunch of twigs and leaves added to the eeriness of the place. Well there was no way I was going to go there. Not again.

I turned and left: the taunts of cowardice were easier to bear than the rotting face…Those torturing eyes.

It was a year ago. The orchestra of the woods wailed their melancholy tune as I turned and ducked between the trees beside the path, crunching dead leaves beneath my feet. The night was approaching. As I continued I heard a noise. An owl. But other that the owl and my slow footsteps it was silent. The trees bare fingers hanged down and tapped my back. I turned. I shuddered.

Between the hanging branches, buried under the sheets of falling darkness, a shape caught my eye. A figure which seemed to rise slightly as I watched it.A human shape. It was surrounded by a black cape.Slowly.Slowly, it continued. Now I saw a human shape striding confidently towards me.As it got closer I could make out a face. It seemed to be pale and extremely ill. I concentrated hard and saw its torturing red eyes glaring at me with a look of hatred and loathing. It began to move more quickly; its red eyes watching me.Its expression one of malevolence. I turned and ran rapidly away from the spooky woods. I ran. I tripped. Then stood back up and ran. My heart raced with fear. Still I ran and I didn’t look back.

But I never found out who that creature was and that is why i couldn’t go back. I watched that group that day; and thought how brave they thought they were going into the woods. It’s not bravery when you don’t know what’s out there. They would learn. They would find out. It was only a matter of time.

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