When The Children Sing Their Song

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What happens when your children are called by the woods, and you know they will never come back out?

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Submitted: January 12, 2012

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Childish laughter bubbled from within the dense, dark trees, and the soft pitter-patter of feet could be heard moving amongst the rotten leaves. I could almost clearly detect a soft hum of music ridding on the gentle breeze.

It was almost as if the very woods beckoned me to slip into its dark, damp world.

I found myself moving step by step towards the entrance, and i faintly remember that I should be cautious, for my mother had always warned me about the children that lived in the woods, waiting to steal away any young children who happened to wander by and hear their song.

But the call was too much for me, I couldn’t resist; they sounded exactly how I had imagined the angels with my daddy would.

I was almost to the woods when my mother called out for me, “Colonna, it’s time for supper!”, but it was like I was in some kind of trance. “Colonna!?” my mother hollered again, but this time she broke through and instantly I was snapped back into my own mind, and then I saw what I was doing and skirted away from the forest. “Had I really just been about to go in there?” I thought to myself.

“Colonna!” my mother screamed, and when I turned around she was running at me, almost as if a semi were about to plow into me and send me from this world. “Get away from the woods!” she continued to scream. When I turned back for one last look of the forest I could swear that I saw eyes looking back at me, but before I could step closer to investigate, my mother was behind me, wrapping me in her arms and dragging me away from the dark cold woods.

Once we were a safe distance away, almost to the back porch, she turned me around and the look in her eyes was that of a crazed woman. “What did I tell you about going near the woods?!” my mother all-but whispered. This was the first and only time in my seven years that I had been afraid of my mother. “Bad things happen to children who wander off into the woods, Colonna. I have told you a thousand times that you are never to go near those woods without me, haven’t i.” she continued to rant.

I stood there looking at her, as if it was the first time I had ever seen her; “Who is this woman?” I thought. “Answer me Colonna!” she hollered at me. “I’m s-s-sorry mommy” I managed to stamper out. She must have realized then how much she was scaring me because that look went out of her eyes and she hugged me as she had when I was five and skinned my knees.

She led me into the house and nothing more was said, not at dinner, and not when I was helping her clean up.

Later that night, after I had bathed and brushed my teeth, my mother walked into my room, where I lay in bed waiting for her to read me a story out of my book of fairytales, as she had done every night since my father went to live with the angels. This was my most anticipated part of the day; I loved hearing about the dragons stealing away the princesses, and the handsome knights and princes coming to save her from a life filled of sorrow and pain, all alone in the dark tower.

I liked to think that my mother was the princess and my father the brave, noble knight that came and saved her.

But fairytales are not what my mother had planned for my tonight, no. The story that she told me was more than just that, a story, it was in fact the memory of the worst day of all of her childhood life. The day that her twin brother, my Uncle Paul, had went into the woods, and never came out. “We were seven years old………” she began.


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