[A/N: This whole 'story' was inspired by a prompt on a discord server. It's not my own idea. Enjoy!]
The water is calm, nothing below the shiny surface,
The trees are still, as they should be
The ground can feel, the wind carries whispers from afar, though unintelligible
The Sun shines upon a small meadow tucked away in the woods
In the meadow is a small cabin, small but sturdy
In the cabin lives a young child
He is now frolicking across the meadow with the butterflies.
He is happy. He's always been happy.
The child throws a stone in the lake,
The ripples spreading across the disturbed water, almost seeming to blink
Birds fly overhead, cawing and shrieking,
The child wonders yet again why they never seem to land.
He wanders near the edge of the meadow,
watching the sunlight stream through the leaves and dappling across the ground
The trees seem to shiver and whisper, still unitelligible.
The child shivers and goes back inside the cabin.
It's empty.
And quiet.
The child eats at the table, occasionally glancing at the two empty seats beside him.
"I" missed them.
The child goes up to sleep
He pulls the covers over his head and gradually gals asleep to the ambiance of the lake gently lapping at the ground
The child then remembers a crucial matter, his eyes shoot open.
He remembers clearly the words of his mother and father:
"Sweet little child, take care of this yourself,
Never wander out at night,
Make sure the windows are locked and tight,
And always be sure to lock the front door,
Lest something come and bite."
The child quickly gets up to lock the door......only to hear it: the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open.
The sounds have ceased.
The water no longer speaks, the tree have stopped their whispers, and the ground no longer moves.
The child is scared. Very scared.
The child is huddled in the covers, one eye peeking out, as the sound of walking slowly but surely gets closer to his room.
The door slowly opens.
The water has eyes, it's always watching you.
The trees have ears, they're always listening.
The ground can feel, careful where you step, dear child.
It's alright, dear child, you mustn't squeal.
"It's alright."
"What would you fear when you have all this company here?"
Why hello there!
Welcome to the New World.
The Old Ways are no more.
Come give us a visit, if you're interested.
Who knows?
You might never want to leave:)
The End.
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