Black Forest

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Submitted: January 21, 2010

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The Black Forest
Rain drummed against the windows, the deafening thunder snarling like a monster as I lay in the darkness, frozen by terror. The storm was an untrained animal in a cage. Crashing. Roaring. Tearing at the battered house, trying to destroy everything in its path.It was an awful night. I was sitting uncomfortably in my king sized bed. I went to the window to lock it because the cold was interfering with my privacy. I heard the sound, a terrible screech, outside the window of my room. The dark sky was covered by numerous white misty stars and the moon was so bright and visible. To my surprise, I saw a glow of a golden light breaching out of the daunting Black Forest. I remember my mother telling me never to go into that forest as the people who went in there never came back. The few who came back were cursed and they died in tragic events later.
My curiosity overwhelmed me and I found myself being lured to the Black Forest alone. I was trembling with fear. I did nothing but worry and worry and worry. And when I got nearer and nearer, the forest became alive. Alive with the silent songs of trees. The cold pierced through my clothes rebelliously causing me to shiver simultaneously and freezing my delicate skin. The cold was a monster, whom had evil intentions based on eradicating intruders of the Black Forest.Was there a hint of warning in them? If there was, I couldn't tell. And nor was I listening. Too busy gazing at the moon in its fullness. It was so bright.
Suddenly, I heard the voice of a howling pack of hungry wolfs, as it would seem. My heart started to beat faster and faster. Panic hit me like icy water and then, shadow of a vile, unexpected, gruesome creature flashed right in front of me. I lost my balance and fell down on the muddy, sticky, slippery soil. My heart stopped beating for a moment and then i jumped abruptly and hid behind a huge tree. The monster must have been the guardian of the Black Forest. I was consumed with terror, fear paralyzed me behind the tree even when it was safe to come out, I was still as death behind the gigantic tree.
After what seemed like a decade of terror, I started running back home and after a short while, the guardian of the forest launched from what seemed to be under my feet. I was sent flying back a distance. The beast looked me straight in the eyes and I was dominated by fear and terror. The beast was as tall as a normal adult but had eyes as red as a devil and wore a garment as black as night. For a moment I saw my life flash right before my eyes. Suddenly, I woke up by the monsters deep and destructive vile voice. The monster mumbled and jumbled a bunch of weird words then a black ray hit me like a hurricane but I was able to dodge it, unfortunately the ray hit me on my left leg. I continued running faster and faster and my heart was beating rapidly.
I did not stop running until I reached the safe and comfort of my own house, at least that is where I thought I was.I rolled up to the mansion. It was huge. I had expected it to be large, but to call it colossal would be an understatement.I entered through the front door of my house and found out that everything has changed. Nothing was at the right place. The whole house has been turned upside down, but who would do such a thing? All of a suddenly, I remembered that my mother was sleeping upstairs when I snuck out of the house so I went upstairs to check.
The light of my mother’s room was dim. I looked at the bed but there was nobody there. It was empty. Where could she have gone to? I was frustrated. I did not know what to do. Walking around in my deep thoughts I stumbled over a shoe and landed on something soft and wet. I lifted my head up and reached for the mobile phone in my pocket for light. My heart stopped beating of the shock. My eyes were drowning in fear. Tears started to stream down my cheeks like a river. I found myself covered in my mother’s blood. To my surprise, her head was gone. It was there a moment ago but now her head just vanished into thin air. I could not believe my eyes but it was all true. The feeling that I had in the presence of my dead mother was not one of fear and death but rather a feeling as if she had drifted into a very deep sleep. But she was dead. I could see it. Blood surrounded her entire body. I knew this was the truth. I knew that the deep black darkness has entered my life.
I turned my face away from my mother’s dead body trying my best to refuse thinking about it but it was incredibly difficult. In fact, it was impossible. My soul screamed with grief. A grief I had never known before in my life. But I could not cry now. I needed to find out why she was dead, and tomorrow could be too late. I continued exploring the house hoping I would find an answer to my questions. I went to my late grandfather’s study. Directly in front of me was a moderate office desk and a comfortable chair.Three lit candles that were blazing brilliantly. Maybe they were burning a bit too brilliantly. They were the only light in the room, so the light was quite welcome.A black carpet covered the floor. The room was neat and orderly. But it was almost too neat and orderly. The only sign of dust in the room was a huge spider web in the corner, but even that looked clean and neat, which was incredibly odd. The neatness of the room felt as though it was just a frame, covering the darkness underneath.
I walked slowly to the desk but I slipped along the way. Luckily, I grabbed on a statue and broke my fall. Suddenly, the wall to my left cracked open and a stair case was visible. I knew that the statue must have triggered some sort of a switch. My steps didn’t make a noise as I tiptoed towards the stairway. I reached for the red railing, but as soon as my skin touched the railing, I flinched back. The railing felt hotter than fire. There was a snake on the railing. A fake snake. To my horror and fright, the snake on the railing suddenly came to life and slithered off the railing. I jumped back, trying not to scream. Screaming would only bring attention to myself, something I did not want to do. Watching intently, I felt my skin crawl. Whatever this place was, it was far from normal. I wrung my hands together and shivered. The snake crawled into the desk with the candles and disappeared.Immediately, I started Dashing up the seemingly endless staircase, I passed broken mirrors and empty picture frames. I didn’t care about any of this. I was too terrified. My mind passed through the dozens of horror films that I had watched at my house on Fridays with my friends. People in the movies died doing what I was doing right now. This house felt forbidden and forbidden places were meant to stay undisturbed.
I could hear my heavy breath. Whether it was from my anxiety, or the fact that I was running, I wasn’t sure. Frankly, I did not even care. Finally, the staircase came to an end and I found myself in a corridor that was lit by several well placed lanterns. The walls were a creamy colour and completely bare with no decorations. Several black doors were on each side, none of them labeled. I had no idea about this place since I lived here from last year. I walked very slowly as I made my way through the hallway, not wanting to miss anything. The carpet that was beneath my feet was still black.A light flickered behind one of the doors. The golden light was the same as the one I saw from my room earlier. It must have been a sign of something. I had to find out.
I hesitated before reaching for the handle. My mother died. What would save me from the same fate? I guess there is nothing to save me from my destiny. I clutched the door handle, as if I could feel death right behind the door I was about to open. My hands were starting to sweat. I could feel the darkness all around me. The emptiness of the hallway made me feel cold. Then, like a thousand spiders crawling up my back, a shiver made its way to my neck. I turned the door knob.The sound of wind hit my ears for a second before disappearing. It wasn’t the type of wind that came with a comforting summer breeze, it was the type of wind that stings the skin during a hailstorm. I opened the door in one swift motion.
My eyes laid on an almost died out fireplace. Bookshelves stacked with old, thick, books were on either side of the fireplace. I stepped slowly inside the room ensuring that the door behind me was open.


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