Yesterday, I decided to take a walk in the woods.
I could end my post now, as you probably know where it's going.
Anyway, I missed the bus down the main street and had to take a diffcerent bus, which lets off on the other side of the woods from my house.
Io know, I know. Dumb move.
But I just miss the woods so much. The house I was born in had a ravine behind it. At the bottom was a creemk. That creek runs all the way through town, and the woods that surround it were where I spent a good portion of my childhood. In that moment when I passed the trees, I just felt a longing for my childhood that I haven't felt for years. I missed the trees and the sound of the bierds chirping.
Especially blue jays. I miss blue jays.
I suppose I went crazy for just a second. But I couldn't tresist. I crossed all 5 lanes of traffic to where the path began near underpass of the bridge, heading north into the trees beside the creek- the same one I grew up on. The poath walked next to the water, and I considered going down to listen to the creek. I was only walking for about 30 seconds into the trees before things got bad.
First Iu noticed that feeling of being surrounded- Like standing in the middle of a crowd. Except I was all alone. I knew I had made a terrible mistake just then. I quickened my pace, knowing I could get out to the park just ahead if I hoofed it. Then... It's a bit blurry, but I remember things getting cloudy and losing my way. Then after what could have been 5 minutes or asn hour, I realized this- Kind of like waking up when you realize you're asleep.
I took one step towards the park (which wasn't that far away, surprisingly) before the trees all seemed to close in on me. And that's when He appeared.
The only option was back the direction I came. Which wasn't really an option either, considering how He travels. (Or at least how it seems He travels.) Nevertheless, I turned 180 degrees and stumbled away before regaining my footing, making a break for the bridge. I soon reached the underpass at my breakneck speed and made my way up to the sidewalk overlooking the creek. Out of the danger of the trees, I looked back in surprise.
He was just standing there, tall and calmly menacing, almost nonchalantly. Then, He showed his tentacles. After I broke my momentary gaze, I sprinted towards home, the moving image of those black arms of Death replaying in my mind over and over again.
Arriving at my front door huffing and puffing, I just hoped he wasn't waiting for me inside, or in the backyard or the garage or the shed or next door or anywhere any more because I just couldn't take it. I can't.
But I suppose it's better than the alternative- Whatever that is, exactly.
Stay safe.
Sincerely,
Alexander.
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