Why did I come to the woods? I went past the meadows and
fields of green just to be satisfied by something darker...A movement not a big
movement but just a shadow that past me one day .It felt as if it had a mind, a
story, a life.
As I was walking in that forest weeks later I wasn’t scared, only
curios to meet my supposed new friend...a darkness. It lead me past trees that
had faces that would stare at you to see whether you were a friend or a foe ...I
dare not think what would happen to me if it wasn’t meant to be here with the
shadow. I was walking with the darkness when suddenly I saw what I thought was
a statue of a man with a black hood looking down. I look under the hood and
with shock I realise that the man was blindfolded with a bloody towel over his
eyes. I thought nothing of it but that was only then. Eventually the shadow
took me through a cave with what seemed no life in it and when I came out the
other side it was night it had only been 20 minutes or so. As I came out of the
cave to this shock I could hear multiple childish laughs that felt trapped in a
world of eternal sadness. At this moment I said to myself “the eternal forest
of sorrow…” After what felt like days of travelling with my friend I saw an
opening to the ongoing woods. As I came closer the opening, my friend,
disappeared and then I saw it a field taken up by souls drifting slowly with
lifeless white eyes. And then I woke up.
I woke up to find myself not where I fell asleep but in a dark
room filled with paintings of deceased royals and house owners. As I left that
room I came to a corridor with no visible end and endless doors which lead to
heaven knows where. I decided to enter one of the rooms...I open the door of
which creaked like that was its one purpose and then I see him. The same statue
of which I saw before, but it was moving and walking around in circles quietly
and whispering these words “why am I blind to not see what is true?” He
repeated these words slowly getting louder and louder until he stopped and
looked at me...Then he laughed and walked towards me. I slammed the door and
ran. Then I saw him again but on the other side of the corridor looking up now
with his blindfolded eyes, staring at me with a smile on his face. I ran the
other way...I kept on running, for days, for hours through forests. I was
alone. Alone with no shadow to keep me company, not even my own. I lied down
and fell in to a nightmare. “Mother what is for dinner?” The answer was as same as always...
unsatisfactory. Then I was awoken to the forest again. The encounter with the
statue felt like centuries ago...Maybe it was? Who knows? Well I knew one thing
then I need to get out of the woods. It was three days of scavenging later, I was
walking in what I thought was north when I heard the sound.
It was the sound of a deep echoed humming trapped from normal
ears. It was my friend. I knew the tune he was humming...The rhyme if I
remember correctly was this “There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in its darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
I didn’t know what it
meant but I doubt it was a sign of good luck to come. Then suddenly out of
nowhere dozens of other shadows appeared and hummed the tune over and over
again. It gave me hope. I was walking with the shadows for days when I woke up.
Again in the woods for where wish not to be at that time. I was no longer
afraid to face my fears to enter the house of a thousand doors.
I
wanted to see the hooded man who haunted me and scared my friend away. The
shadows seem to go and come as they please. I have now been wandering through
these woods or forest for what feels like centuries. I have come to a darker
part of the woods. A part where the trees spiral and twist and the animals have
red eyes where you can’t tell if they are looking through you, past you, or at
you. I don’t know if everything is real or not. I thought it was a Friday. If
it was then right now I would be having tea and honey and listening to the
birds sing
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