Out of the Woods

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
My personal terror revolving around the woods that were behind my childhood home. It isn't very refined, but please let me know what you think. :)

Submitted: November 08, 2013

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Submitted: November 08, 2013



As a child, there was nothing scarier than being outside at sunset.  My childhood home backed up to a large forest, where I would spend my days playing amongst the trees.  Everyday, my mother would call me back for dinner at precisely 7pm.  I always heard her voice, carrying through the woods, startling the birds and squirrels that danced along the treetops.  It didn't matter how far in I had gone, or how loudly she called for me- I always heard, through some miracle of sound.  And everyday, when I heard her call, I would stop what I was doing and run.  Past the fallen tree, over the moss covered boulder, and around the piles of autumn leaves.  Never stopping to catch my breath, no matter how much my chest ached or my legs burned.  I had to keep running.  You see, it wasn't my mother I was afraid of; she was a small woman, too caught up in her own daydreams to notice much of the world around her.  I wasn't running in fear of spankings, or missing dinner.  I was running from the forest.
At sunset, the woods around me seemed to change from a playground, built purely for my own amusement, into something far darker.  The tree branches seemed to twist in angry snarls, and the setting sun ignited the leaves into burning embers.  No longer a place of joy, my forest was transformed into an evil being, with claws that scraped me as I ran past, and brambles that lodged themselves into my dress. 
Even when my house came into view, I didn't allow myself to stop.  As I broke through the tree line into my grassy backyard, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over me: I was safe.  But only until tomorrow, when I would once again allow myself to be pulled back in by the beckoning tree branches and knee-high grass.

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