The Forest of the Dead

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl and her brother go to the forest where her parents and sister were killed and see if they can find out why.

Submitted: January 23, 2014

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Submitted: January 23, 2014



There was a long, windy road that shot through the forest. A forest that no one dared to enter. A forest my sister was killed in. The Forest of the Dead. I was about to enter the terrifying forest with my brother. As we entered, we could see large tress that looked evil. The forest was unlike anything I have ever seen. It was so different.

We walked on. Bunnies had sleek, black fur as if they had been running through oil. The flowers were wilting the colour drained out of them. Their petals were falling to the floor giving up. The foxes had empty eyes as if they had no life. There was something familiar with those eyes. Then I realised that they were Rachel's eyes.

I started to remember her more, the way she talked, the way her black hair would float, the way she would fit into this forest like a corpse in a coffin. Her hairs were like the trees, nasty. Her hands were like the flowers, thin and long. Her eyes were like the animals, gone forever.

I watched the plants on the floor, how they danced in the wind, The flowers were bowing down. The animals hiding, their eyes shining with fear. The trees were standing proudly daring anyone to challenge them. I could smell the fear on the plants. I could feel the wind running away. I knew something was wrong. It hit me like a slap. Rachel was supposed to die here, it was the perfect place.

Me and my brother finally reached the tree. The tree where my parents and sister dies. I could imagine her laughing insanely, after being shot, falling on the rotten mushrooms, her last breath escaping. The grass swayed, that animals stared. Why? What was so wrong, so weird that they had to stare.

I turned around to tell my brother but soon stopped. He had a gun. A black gun. A gun that shot the bullet to Rachel. The one that we found and he offered to test it. His blue eyes had turned grey, his face had turned into a vampire's. He pointed the gun at me and the bullet flew past my ear. They were still flying when I ran. When I ran with the wind. The trees stopped basting and turned to watch. I reached the end of the forest. A forest of my dead family. I always try to forget that my surname is Dead backwards. It hurts so much. I almost forgot about it until now. A forest that took my family and drove them to madness. The forest of the Daed.

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