Who would have known?

Cannibal

     Okay, don't panic, grandmother should be right.  Alex thought to himself. But what if she isn't... what if we die?  He tried to keep his calm and keep out the dark thoughts, but realistically, he had to have some sort of intrusive thought along the way. I mean, who could blame him? He'd just watched his family get slaughtered in front of his eyes, then got wrapped in a hug by the killer.  "What's wrong?" Grandma asked. She must have seen something in his eyes. "Oh.. well... we are visiting the people that killed my friend and family so..." Alex trailed off. "Well, there might be a reason for the disturbance." Grandma spoke gently. Suddenly, Alex felt so angry, disturbed, frightened, sad, every bad emotion. How could grandma be taking this so gently?? She was acting as if she wanted to defend the people who slaughtered our family! Alex thought. They made their way through the woods, crumpling leaves on the way. The sun started to set, and the woods seemed to get... darker. The trees seemed to encircle them, and the bird's chirps were replaced with the groans of wind and creaks of wood threatening to snap. The air seemed to get thicker, and heavier. Finally, after what seemed like ages, a small light glistened not too far ahead. "There it is.." Alex said, very uneasily.