Thereâs a monster in these woods or so these stories say, no matter the truth no monster nor forest is worse than going back _there_ and so I donât stop running deeper into the trees. Iâm lost I know I am, I definitely know Iâve been running a while when some sort of fog starts to rise to my knees, I donât know what that means all I know is it feels so much more unnatural than it looks, if I were ...
Hair like jet black silk, her white shapeless gown flowing in the autumn breeze. A thick fog hangs in the air, blanketing the forest that has now gone preternaturally silent. She stands with her back to me, unsettling, a small mercy that I cannot see her face.
I remember Nan's words, repeating them like a mantra in my mind.
_Do not look them in the eyes, and do not answer their calls - no matt...
She was⊠gorgeous. She had long, silky, dark brown hair that covered her face and she was wearing a long white flowy dress. A chill ran down my spine as her voice said, âChild of the king, daughter of the queen. Rosette White, what is the purpose of your visit?â
What was the purpose of my _visit_? Well, this ghost lady had to sort herself out. _I_ wasnât _visiting_. She had brought me here to thi...
The woman stands before me, out stretching her long, spindly fingers. Noânot a womanâŠnot a woman at all. But something like it. She was obviously female, but not womanânot mortal.
I shuddered as she floated closer to me. Fog puffed in front of me as I breathedâshe was freezing. I took a step back, my fleeting crunching in the decaying leaves from her trail. I pulled my arms close to my chest, go...
They said it was a bad idea to come here. But I never listen anyway.
Towering trees make it nearly impossible for any stream of light to make its way through. I had entered the forest at midday, but it might as well have been midnight. Only the soft glow from above the treetops makes it possible to see anything at all.
The wind whistles through my ears, playfully brushing my hair from side to si...
Princess April was dashing into the forbidden forest, her tiara dropping from her head while salty tears streamed down her face. She was running away from her problems of being a noble of her village, the harsh words of her fatherâs displeasure with her replaying through her head; she has had enough with the stress that she had to intake.
Growing tired, she slowed down her running before eventual...
âNow, honey I want you to follow my directions very carefully.â My imaginary friend Amy said to me. I enthusiastically nodded my head, excited she was giving me instructions. âSo first. I want you to go and sneak into the woods in the yard, okay?â Amy asked me, I nodded again. I walked to my back door, reaching all the way up to reach the handle and opening the door, making sure to close it behind...