Tuesday, 7 July 2015

The Wild Wood

The street lay before her. The street lights were unnaturally dim and it gave out an aura of mystery. Long shadows were cast and they all seem to be reaching out to grab her. Dark ominous clouds darkened the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance, intermittently. A bolt of lightning flashed, sending her jumping out of her skin. A gust of wind caressed her raven black hair. Her footsteps quickened and the echoes of every step rung in her ears. Her heart palpitated vigorously against her ribcage. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead and snowballed down her cheek. She bowed her head down and walked as fast as her legs could carry her. She could have run, but her legs seemed to have turned jelly. Two long shadows enveloped her and she turned quickly. "Who are..." To her amazement, there was not a soul. "It must be my eyes", she mumbled to herself as she crossed the road and turned a corner. She looked up and faced a blank wall. It was a dead end and the darkness of the smelly alley engulfed her. Terror, in an intensity that she had never felt before, filled her. A bolt of lightning flashed and she thought she saw a man's silhouette. Another bolt of lightning flashed, but he was gone! She had never believed in ghosts but now, she had inevitably felt the presence of someone... or something. From the corner of her eye, she saw a light twinkling faintly. She turned around, but it was gone! It must be my eyes, she  convinced herself once again but this time, fear had filled her. The devil's pit seemed to hold her hostage. She tried to turn tail, but her legs seemed to have a mind of their own. She was rooted to the ground. She closed her eyes shut and prayed fervently for her to be safe and sound.
She wished that she had listened to her parents - Never venture onto the streets at midnight.

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