[This is a portion of my serialised e-story. Read it from the start here]
Did I tell her my name? I suppose anyone who’s been in three towns long enough would know my name.
I walked away in a daze. I occasionally looked back to see if she would move or watch me leave. I wanted to see her walk around the trunk to where I guessed her entrance was. Even more, I wanted to see her go in and to just be sure she was gone home and not just ducking in somewhere to follow me again. But she was just gone.
I couldn’t figure out exactly how to get towards Pinerush – or back home for that matter – so I decided to follow the light to get to the clearing by the lake. I knew I could get my bearings from there. The journey seemed to take me deeper and deeper into the less familiar areas of the forest. What I thought was the light of the edges would turn out to be a huge shaft of light coming through the trees.
This meeting must have really got me spooked, if I can’t even find my way around in here. But I tried not to think about it. It must have been another 30 minutes when I heard far-away leaves crunching. My heart sank.
Here we go again! It was an awful feeling to want to get away but not really know where I should be heading for a sure safe spot. It sounded like more than just one person. Or thing. They were cautious too. I could tell they were listening for my footsteps. And then I heard a whisper.
“I hate this! Now we’re also gonna get our heads chopped off.”
“Boom!” I yelled out in the direction of the voice. I started to run towards him. I was never so happy to hear his whiny, complaints about our woods.
“Shelly! You’re alive!” That was Ray’s out of breath voice. They must have all come to meet me.
The crackling leaves and twigs sped up towards me, now with the sound of thumping. I almost cried when I saw them. For some reason, they all hugged me. I know why I wanted to hug them but I couldn’t understand what had gotten into them. Flinny didn’t look as relieved as the rest. She just kept staring at me with a worried look.
“Are you okay?” Ray asked.
“I am now. Boom, what’s going on? What’s this about someone’s head being chopped off?”
“Don’t look at me. It was Ray. He got one of his ‘things’.”
Ray looked down and away from me as he said, “I didn’t say his head was actually cut off, you idiot.”
That wasn’t good. Not good at all.
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