It was mid-October during witching hours that I decided to walk a mile long hike on a coco brown dirt path that almost seem to be made as a trap. In this twilight darkness of night one could not see anything but the angle white bright light that reflected of the moon. I will never know why I chose the path I did. It almost seemed that this deserted path way drew me in like the smell of food of a restaurant. May be my curiosity told me to go on this unknown path. All I know is that whatever drew me into going was a trap waiting to happen.
I was about an eighth of way on this deserving death trap when I came to fallen apart, wooden fence that block me from continuing my hike. On one of the pieces of wood lying on the cold ground was a sign,
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It looked like a crinkled up piece of paper but made out of tough metal. It took a while to figure out what it spelled, but after about a couple of minutes I found out it foretold BEWERE. I knew then that whatever was behind this barrier had to be terrifying I thought to myself of what might happen if I pass this fence. But my mind of curiosity controlled me and drove me into ignoring the dangers and continuing on my way. I will never forget what happen after I passed that fence.
Nothing seemed to happen after I stepped over the wooded barrier, but a chill that slithered up my back like a snake, atomically making my hair stand straight up with fear. A normal person would have given up after that and ran back home but I wanted to know where this dirt path would lead me, so I continued. It was quite for a while all I could hear is the sounds of owls and a distant howl of a coyote. Half way though is when everything started changing. The bitter night seemed to get darker
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As fast as cheetah I ran with my heart crying out banging against my chest. I never thought of looking back to see where this wolf creature was. My fear that clouded my mind kept telling me to run and never look back at the deviled eye creature. I could hear his howl that sounds like a dog begging for food but full of anger as he gets closer to my panicking feet. I had no idea where I was or where I was heading. All I knew is that I needed to be some place safe to hind before I become his next meal. It was pitch black all around me for a good while until I seen the moon light lit path leading somewhere I had no choice but to follow. As soon as I started to run on this mysterious small road it turn from coco brown dirt to a slick, smooth gray rock that Mother Nature made herself. I felt like my heart would soon die out if I continued my panicking run. A safe place is all I could think about so I rest and figure out my next move to escape from this meat hungry monster. I could see ahead a deep cliff that seemed to fall for miles. I came to complete stop with my feet only inches way trying to catch my breath. I can hear the cherishing sound of the werewolf’s claws against the rock path as it ran to the smell of fresh meat. I stood there like a statue having no idea why I did staring at the full moon. Either I thought that I was finally emitting my time is up or the glow of the moon was just too beautiful to look away.
I thought we were close to getting out but them I climbed up a tree and saw that I was wrong. We need to go north. I saw a little rustic old cabin up that way. And that was the closest point of exit. Which at that point was the best way to go. But up north the forest look even thicker which was not good. There was fruit and meat that would be a good kill so we could eat. So off we went. The only way now to tell days was the sun but even at some points we couldn 't see it.
The path ran up a hill. Seems like there is chains about my feet… a bush caught her ...
It was eerie quiet not just the usual flowing silence. The worn path was no longer in front of me and the signs littering the trees were all missing. I reach down for my phone out of instinct when I’m nervous so I can call for hell but all that’s there is a small rock.
As I was squatting there in my little ditch while the snow rose about another inch I barely heard the sound of my grandma’s voice yelling my name. The cat had heard it too and scurried away; even though the cat was running away I was still not able to move because my legs would not work and I heard the sound of crunching footsteps coming from behind me looking for me but, I was still so scared that I realized that I came close to a wild animal that could really hurt me even though I thought that no animal could come into my grandparent’s property with the six foot high fence that surrounded the ten
Hope Solo, a very amazing, and competitive goalkeeper, has made young girls and women want to become soccer players. I’ve done many sports since Iwas little , at first I was madly in love with gymnastics I wanted to be exactly like a professional gymnast , but then I started to shift around in sports and that’s when I found soccer. I stopped doing gymnastics and started playing soccer, at first it was very hard and i wasn’t sure what I was doing. But then I started to practice a lot more and I started to get better. After i established that soccer was the sport for me. Competition can make an impact on your life by making new friends, being more active, and becoming more confident in yourself.
The trail upon which I found myself was overgrown with foliage, hampering my process through the dark, infected woods. As I rounded what appeared to be the final bend, a large ominous clearing yawned before me. I came to an abrupt halt and was cautiously astonished to hear the insistently loud crying of an abandoned baby. Imagine my surprise when my feet moved of their own accord, drawing me closer and closer to the forlorn whimpering to which the cries had died down to. Though my mind was in a feverish state, a clear part of the cerebrum remembered something bad, something so horrible indeed, that I feared to imagine it; lest I should drown in the murky depths of guilt.
Ellis had trod the trails before him so often, that when the dark canopied trees threatened his view, his steps proceeded on the direct path to his destination, without the hesitation usually accompanying the loss of sight. When finally he could hear the hushed rush of water, his heart fluttered in his chest. His steps quickened. No longer could he feel the frigid wind beating on his back, or the prickles of mist on his skin. Ahead he could see a brilliant moon glaring through the thick branches of towering trees, untouched by the hands of man.
Today is a day I have longed for all my life. The day when i become a
I started going west toward the Moonlight Cave. I was on a dangerous mission, and I needed help badly. I knew that the entrance only revealed itself when the moon glowed. It was already dark. Finally, great light exploded from a side of ...
Shadows seemed to swirl around her feet, sucking her in. She fumbled for the light switch, flipping it up and down frantically, but the room remained immersed in darkness. Fear settled in and deep down she knew that she was not alone in the dark. Something brushed her back. She turned, but there was nothing. Nothing she could see, that is. Outside she heard the autumn wind howling, and it almost sounded like laughter to her panicked mind. A low chuckle broke her thought process. She screamed, but heard nothing in the overwhelming blackness. She was being drawn in, drowned in slumbering evil; there was no
I met "Loose Wheel" when I was twenty two years old. She was an in home health care patient of mine and I grew to love her unconditionally like she was my own Grandma. She gave me encouragement, joy, and love it amazed me how someone at eighty six could be so lively and love life as much as she did. During my in home health care time with her I learned of patience, understanding, and kindness. She would test me in the worst of ways but I grew to love her and respect her for it. I have never had a connection with my Grandma so "Loose Wheel" showed me what a Grandma was suppose to be. I loved her for everything she gave me that I couldn’t purchase at a store and I cherished her for the respect she taught me.
The heavy darkness around me consumed everything, displaying but the shimmering reflection in the pools of blood I was walking in. The flashlight in my hand flickered out of life, leaving me in the never, ending blackness. I held my hands against the dry, lifeless wall hoping to be guided to an exit by it. Each step made me fear the worst, that the wall was going to end and I had nothing left to guide me.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
...ht. It was taking long steady breaths. I gulped. It was fight or flight so I ran. My feet pounded the forest floor faster than I ever though possible to run. I did not know where I was going except further into the woods. It all seemed familiar like this had happened before but I still could not remember. They all looked the same, just a blur as I sprinted past. My feet were throbbing from the various cuts and splinters from the forest floor. I could not remember why I did not have my shoes on. However that did not matter. I could feel the beast catching up. I could hear his feet hitting the leaves behind me. I had no other choice. I stopped and I turned to look at the beast. Its striking blue eyes are what struck me the most. They were mine. I took in every feature of the beast. My hair, my body, my face. It was me. Why was I running from myself? Was I the monster?
Soon the terrain changed and we were gradually ascending. In the insufficient night light, I saw the path was surrounded by boulders. At one point, almost halfway through the hike, the path became narrow, passing between huge boulders. It required us to drop our bags through the passage and push ourselves to climb through the gap.