A Walk In The Woods

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A flash piece of curious cases in the woods.

Submitted: March 04, 2015

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Frightened awake by an un-human ululation, Matthew hardly had the sense to keep quiet and still in his tent.  He rustled around looking for the flashlight, but before he could find it he realized how close the sound had been; whatever made the sound may have been within the campgrounds.  Matthew waited there for a moment clutching the flashlight.  The wailing came again, only definitely from further off in the woods.  With an estimated buffer, Matthew felt brave enough to open the flap of his tent and peer outside.  The icy air attached to his face, and instantly Matthew understood why most people choose not to go camping during winter and by themselves.  Nevertheless, there he was, and now with a degree of dread he certainly had not anticipated.  Again, the sound came and even further away.  With a measure of consciousness active now Matthew noted the bawling sounded less like a predator on the prowl than a wounded cry for help.  Against better judgment, Matthew shined his flashlight onto the tree line which surrounded the campgrounds.  There was nothing there, so he gathered his boots and coat and headed out to investigate further.  Right at the border, on the forest’s side, Matthew saw enormous boot prints in the snow.  They were the size of a bear’s paw, and appeared to be traveling away, further into the woods.  That wailing came again, and although Matthew had the ludicrous images of Big Foot in mind, he followed the trail with one part curiosity and one part genuine urge to help something in need of help.  The impressions went on for roughly a hundred feet from the tree line, and then suddenly ceased.  Matthew knelt down for a closer look, directing his flashlight in all directions, but indeed there were no other imprints to see.  No more tracks, and no more howling; Matthew noticed a distinct absence of sound now.  He waited in that spot for a bit, longer than he should have given the bitter temperature, but nothing more came.  Matthew walked back to his tent, revisiting the whole scene in his mind.  He wondered who would believe him when he retold this story.  More significantly, he felt empty and alone.


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