I trudged weakly through the dense forest, my footsteps loud and unnerving. I pulled my ski jacket tighter around my quivering shoulders as the cold icey air ran it's fingers up and down my spine. The darkness surrounded me like a thick eerie blanket, making the world into a gloomy and scary place. I knew deep down that this was a bad idea but I kept walking, determined to find my little brother.
Four hours he had been missing, nobody had seen him after he had wandered into the forest. He was a little 6 year old boy, how far could he have gone? Mother had gone to full scale panic and it was up to me to find him. But what if you don't find him? The voice of doom whispered in the back of my head. What will happen then? What if he's dead? I shook the voice away, I had to stay optinistic.
The shimmering moon shone through the trees like tiny knives of light, leaving dappled patterns on the mossy forest floor. I refused to turn on my torch just incase anything or anyone was lurking in the bushes and happened to see me as a threat and decided to harm me. Besides, the moon made a reasonable amount of light.
I felt light breathing in my neck, my heart started to race faster than it had ever beaten before. I spun around fearfully to find the same thick blackness that had always been there, a wave or relief washed over me. But there was something different about the track in front of me, as if it had become weirdly distorted and even more creepy. I ignored it, deciding it was fear playing tricks on me, and carried on walking.
"Zac?" I hissed uncertainly. "Zac if you can hear me come out now."
Silence. I knew it was no use, but there was no harm in trying. I started to shake, what if Zac had been taken? Or worse, dead. I was beginning to give up hope on finding him, until I heard a shrill scream close by. It pierced the air like a blade of sound in the silence, I sprinted in the direction of the scream, stumbling on roots and rocks.
"Zac!" I screamed. "Zac I'm coming to find you!"
"Eve! Help me!" He cried, his voice high and peterfied. He started screaming hysterically.
I flicked on my torch and stared in horror at the gruesome scene around me. Dozens and dozens of bodys dangled lifelessly from the blood stained branches, mauled and bloody. The screaming stopped and I saw someone, something hanging another fresh body onto an empty branch. It didn't take long to figure out who owned the body.
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out so I began to sob uncontrollably as something tall and slim made it's way towards me. It's proportions were impossible, about 9 feet tall, arms dragging across the ground, it apperded to wear a suit. And that face, my God, it would have haunted my nightmares until I died, which I was certain was soon.
It brought it's hands down on my face and the eternal blackness told me that this was the beginning of the end. The hands of death had found me.
By Alia :D let me know what you think xx
