Write a story about an event that cannot be explainedWatch
One day you wake up and see a unexpected birthday present on the doorstep
One day you are at a local pumpkin patch but there are no pumpkins to pick
One weekday afternoon you hear voices yet everyone else is out or sleeping
You are on holiday, your passport goes missing and nobody seems to know anything
You arrive at your favourite teashop to find it has closed up suddenly forever without warning
At a city funfair you discover why you actually have no cash to spend
You decide to go to a popular bookshop to learn that it has burned down overnight
You make a trip to a decent garden centre and then are told the place got robbed
Your oldest child is extremely sick and no doctor can give you a good quality explanation
You pull into the car park of a service station and find that no food is offered to people
There are no toy shops in the town where you are on vacation so consider what to do next
The next day, exactly that happened. I got f**kked up & hospitalised.
Numinous, obscure, mystical: I gazed at the lonely starry sky above. Silence. The only noise came from the icy breeze, which blew through the myriad of ancient oak and the maze of aged houses where the shattered windows and the desolate, darkened rooms masked the evil within.
Taking a controlled deep breath while sweat dripped down from my forehead to my rosy cheeks and falling gracefully to the dead crunchy leaves beneath where I was standing. I gulped, “should I just go back”.
A thick fog began to permeate the sky, limiting my vision to only close surroundings and blocking out the glare from the moon. Wrapped up in my dirty, shaggy coat with broken black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick trousers as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur. I squeezed past a couple of huddled trees, but then had to free my foot from a tangle of nettles. My attention distracted for a moment while I freed myself and also kept my balance with one hand firmly placed against the damp bark.
I caught sight of a curious-looking structure set a few feet from my location. Laying in the ground and hidden away from civilisation it looked as though it had not been touched for over a hundred years. An old stone trough or even an ancient grave I thought to myself? The structure rose a foot from the ground and where it was covered in moss - there were flakes of stone peeling away after years of rain, damp and cold. Approaching, carefully stepping one foot over the other, but the sound of a twig breaking under my foot forced me to freeze. A sense of fear had come over me. Shivers treacled down my spine like a steady stream of blood. Darkness strangled me, keeping my hands stiffly hugging the inside of my pockets.
After counting to three I gathered myself and started to walk again, this time with a more urgent manner. An abhorrent oder creeped through my nose forcing me to jog. Tripping up.
Remembering driving; the wind caressing my face. Happiness filled my lungs, passing the corn fields and the fresh smell of an Autumn day soothed me. The bright sun beaming down on the gravel road, birds sang hymns in the ancient oak trees.
Getting back up off the ground, my head, still spinning like an antique globe. Enough was enough. I started running, running through the tangled branches. Building up more and more speed, my legs struggling to keep up with my intentions.
I have arrived.
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