The Forest of Inception Blood, there's blood everywhere. It has drenched my clothes; it has drenched my friends. Red, everything is red, even the ground below me has turned into a shade of scarlet. I hear and watch my friends screaming and pleading for their lives as they fall one by one. Drips of red splash off them like crimson rain. Hearing nothing except for the echoes of 'Laaa...Laaa…Laaa...Laaa...' I cautiously creep along the gory footpath to see the dead bodies lying on the grainy dirt. A chill ascends from my knees; I feel it mounting onto my waist and reaching for my heart. The stench of dead carcasses trails across the air as I approach the river. The water has turned from an aqua blue to a pale red. What has happened? Who has done …show more content…
She has entered the ominous forest. I have to find out what and why someone has killed my friends, so, I dash through the woods, leaping over the bushes and the slippery rocks, hearing nothing but the girl laughing. Walking along the forest feeling the stubby grass beneath my feet, all I can think about is why it is so familiar. Each fragment of the forest is as though I have been in it before. The sound grows louder and louder like the piercing shot of a gun. The wind wails between the overhanging branches, carrying the sweet sickly stench of death with it. Sprinting faster and faster, ignoring the echoes of, ‘Laaa…Laaa…Laaa…,’ I find myself reaching a forbidding …show more content…
The windows are covered with dirt and blood and glass lay shattered on the cracked floorboards as the moonlight reflects on a sharp blade. Realising, that it is the knife that has killed my friends; that has filled them with nothing but the murky ink of darkness. I approach the knife, carefully reading the small words that spell out, ‘Laaa…Laaa…Laaa…’ I drop the knife instantly. It hits the floor and makes a sound like a cook’s cleaver striking half-boiled meat. Out of nowhere, I hear the sound of knocking coming from the
The night was so still that they heard the frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
All of a sudden the floorboards cracked and the man chasing me had fallen through the floor. When I looked down all I saw was darkness, but that was when the lights in the hallway came on and the man had been impaled on one of the shattered floorboards. Only then had I realised that this entire time I had tears rolling down my face and I suddenly felt awfully sick in the stomach and my body felt saw. I needed to leave, I headed towards the staircase to make my way down, but as I did this, the front door slammed shut. A large man holding a butcher’s knife in both hands stood before me and the front door. They started walking up the stairs, I tried to move but I was stuck in a state of shock. When they reached me they raised the butcher’s knife to my throat and whispered in my ear “Tell anyone about this place and we’ll make money out of your body too”. I gulped, and tried to respond but I was frozen in fear. They walked past me, and once I had regained myself, I left through the front door. When I got home I took the bag off of my back and had a cigarette to recollect myself and started planning for when I would burn down the
But my blissful state completely vanishes as a terrible splintering sound fills the room, prompting me to bolt upright in my bed. And I am dumbstruck by what I find. A piece of the wooden door is now lying battered on the floor and a gaping hole is now visible from the outside of my door. “What the hell are you doing!” I shout at Lillie, who is peering at me through the hole.
I jumped and looked around for the source of the eery sound. That’s when I saw It. The door. I hadn’t seen It before. The door wasn’t there last night. Cautiously, I turned the handle.
The woods consumed me like the arms of a mother protecting her young. They surrounded me with a warmth, the purest of healing heat and cool breezes between breaths of adrenaline.
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.
She'd watched ever so slowly as the lovely countryside around them changed drastically: One moment everything was bright and happy, as it should be, and the next it was dark. The wooded area had morphed into much deeper, dark one's. She noticed that the tree's no longer had leaves, revealing thin scraggly branches. Each of them, she examined closely upon further inspection, looked to take the appearance of long, grotesque fingers. Fear rose inside of her heart, but she took a deep breath, swallowed, and held her head high, and continued after the trail which her father's horse had left behind.
Aiming my flashlight at the ground in front of me, I breathed as I saw the cold air turn my breath into a cloud. The grass that was below my boots was soft as I crushed the blades underneath, the aftermath of the light rain giving off a dewy smell to the air. Continuing my walk, I was soon distracted before I stopped myself, realizing the structure in front of me. A large gate blocked me from the other side of it, spikes protruding from the top of the gate and the sides that seemed to spread out for miles on end. Reaching out to the gate, I felt a sudden sense of dread, as though a boulder had suddenly filled my stomach.
The three words echoed in my mind: ‘are you terrified?’My body instantly knew what to do before my brain: I ran. (What would you have done?) I looked back at the creature, and it smirked at me with its putrid face – instantly I knew it was all of my life’s troubles that had taken this form. I found myself in a desolate garden as the creature crept back into the darkness and disappeared. My mind was in a haze, I was in a trance that I couldn’t escape from, and I felt helpless
“Where can we go?” Jonus yelled to the Shaman, hoping it would take the lead like it always did.
Recklessly, she launches into the woods, leaping over downed logs and ditches, trees blurring as she passes them. Around her, the trees begin to thin, morphing into unkempt fields and unseen rocks. She did not mean to come here. She did not want to come here. Yet, it is here that she stops, frozen, for a moment, as she had been in the clearing.
Like a razor-sharp knife slicing through delicate skin, the echoing howl of the wind pierced violently through the eerie silence simultaneously as clouds of charcoal ominously replaced the azure blue sky, hinting the start of a treacherous storm. As she quickened her pace along the uneven trail, the twisted, claw-like branches of the tortuous trees stretched out in all directions, determined to seize anything or anyone that stood in their way. Slithering amidst the blood-splattered trees that surrounded her, the vindictive coils of formidable fog cruelly pinched the tips of her frail fingers, driving her into deeper panic as she anxiously darted toward a narrow cave-like passageway. Chilling sensations rushed down her spine, sending goose-bumps to break out like an infectious disease across her body as she tried to take in the new surrounding. The rugged walls which made up the passageway seemed to edge closer and closer together as she ventured further into the dark abyss, restricting her from any form of movement.
Her home no longer felt safe. Meanwhile, a shadowy, ax-wielding man lurked behind the Christmas tree in the corner, observing the woman from less than 10 feet away. Waiting patiently, like a cat hunting a mouse, he stalked his prey. The nice things about these woods are that you never knew who was in
I didn't notice how loud we were being until I saw a pair of high-heels and two pairs of black boots appear under the door of the locked stall door, followed by a loud knock.