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The secrets behind the woods

 


“If you ever encountered a great supernatural power, you couldn’t once imagine that it would belong to you, would you lose to that maniac?”

A kid asked, while I was drinking a cup of tea, sitting quite short time before going back to work, it was almost 11 PM and the residual coworkers left 2 hours ago, no one remained but me and this lost kid, who kept inquiring for too long.

“If you ever encou…”

I interrupted her raising my voice, and I think it wasn’t only my voice that was loud, I was vividly hearing a train whistle, and a one-legged crow walking slowly on a tree branch in the opposite of my office window, it was yelling too, I think it’s the broken leg maybe. I gave a quick sideway glance at her position, she wasn’t there, she didn’t vanish right?

How couldn’t I feel her footsteps when she left! I was a bit harsh I should’ve listened to her.

I walked out searching for her, I was getting slowly by time, feeling dizzy, feeling like fainting, dying, something was threatening me, a certain portal was opening in front of my eyesight, and I didn’t have another choice but moving towards it.

“Why me?”

I woke up on a land of a forest, all of sudden a veiled young girl appeared, saying “why me?”

I didn’t see her well due to the fog, but her voice was familiar.

I heard noises around like there was someone running on the leaves, another kid with her company leaded me to a giant old tree, it had something written on it,

“She is doing something prohibited”

“I found you”

Who found me? And who is she?

I thought it was just a coincidence, that every autumn I see the same visions, hearing the same questions and witnessing weird events happening to these girls in this forest; it’s different. I reach an endless point of connection with lost spirits, in my dreams, or the reality, they might have existed one day in a particular era, maybe they’re alive somewhere and dreaming the same dream, or it is so real and they call me for a reason.

I witnessed a lady in a camp, and so did she.

She was searching for evidences such like me, others with her wasn’t able to see me the way she saw me likewise.

The veiled girl halted beside me, hardly breathing and uttering things out of her mouth, “she is coming”

“she will kill us”

Who is she?

She smiled back at me and moved some leaves by her mind and vanished once again, nations of kids came in terror calling

“Jane, help us please”

And in her last attempt, an old lady with an angry facial look killed those innocent kids with a knife, only two survived, but not for too long

The old lady asked about Jane “the veiled girl”, one shrugged and the other involuntary pointed her eyes to the tree after she saw Jane hiding herself back, the woman killed both of them and closed her hands on Jane’s neck, suffocating her, her eyes were red, like crow’s eyes.

The camp lady vanished too, only the old woman is staying closer to me,

“You, handsome man, see things.”

I couldn’t touch her, or control her, I only see, I don’t know how can I find her, I know she’s alive, I know she keeps harming others.

If this is my office and this is my laptop,

Why does the hallway look different, why do I stand in front of a deep hole right now?


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