''No, I did not say that'' I protest while laughing my ass off.
It's been three hours since we came to this forest. And I can officially say that we got lost.
Yes, Natalie and I got lost in the forest. With no signal on our phones. No food and just one bottle of water. Great.
But I was having such a great time with her. We got lost while she told me stories about this forest that she picked up from old folks while working at the library.
Some stories were informative, others were crazy and scary. But we found all of them fun.
We came here for a picnic this morning, ready to explore, but since neither of us had breakfast before we came, all the food was gone while we were still in the car. And we had no plan, no map, we didn't expect there to be no signal either. Gosh.
''He told me that in this forest there is a witch hill. Something like a big clearing in the middle of the forest. At the center of it, there is a rock that they used for their rituals. He is sure that they sacrificed children and animals there for their benefit. Until huntsmen decided to kill any woman, young or old that came to that place. Now, it is all deserted and no one goes there. At least, people who know this story.'' she continued telling me one of the stories about this forest, while we were roaming around.
It's the end of July, but seeing as we are in the middle of the forest, it's quite cold. Huntsmen. Withces. I scoofed of in my mind. Yeah, sure. But not once did I stop listening to her story, while rubing my arms up and down fiverishly. Why didn't I bring something with long sleves? kept racing through my mind. Maybe because it's JULY Ann. Just maybe because it's 40 degree Celsius outside of this forest. Just maybe.
''Ann, are you listening?'' was enough to pull me from my own thoughts, and I looked at Natalie. She has scowl on her fice.
Her finger was pointing at something, and I followed it. ''Is that...'' I was about to ask, but she finished my sentence ''what I think it is?''.
And there it was. A small hill. Clearing. With the rock in the middle. But the rock was now covered in moss and ivy.
We slowly came to the clearing, sun was still shining and it was much warmer here. Grass was ankle tall and as we approached the rock we notices that there are no paths through the grass, must've been forget for a long time. Or stories chased people away.
But one thing was certain, we were far away from the entrance. Deep into the forest. Completley lost.
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