Dear diary Here I am sitting in amongst the medieval trees. I have heard many legends about this beautiful forest. Sunlight is bracking through the gaps of the green leaves that are growing on the thin ruff branches and are covered in sparkling rain drops from the night before. It is midday and my family dont know im here they wouldent understand the atmosphere its almost like u can feel the history in this forest alone. People have came here and never survived im not in fear im in peace. I should go . Bye.
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What I wasent aware of that sunny day was that my presence there in that historical forest was not wanted but I continued my journey and notes and became unhealthaly attached.
Every day i went there and every time I came out . My dad was sensing a vibe of adventure off of me and looked at me as if I was an unsolved sum . "Have u been in that forest again ? " my dad asked sounding severly angry. "Of coarse not ." I mumbled trying to keep a straight face. The only problem with me was that I was terrible at lieing fakely through my teeth. "
" ...." my dad said nothing he just looked suspiciously into my eyes. Trying to hold my laughter down into my stomoch was really difficult it felt as though ten million butterflys were tickling my tummy."hmmmm." My dad mumbled under his breath walking slowly away still making nerve racking eye contact. After my dad left my room I slowly shut the old cracked door, grabed my black and white camera and unlocked my old , rusty and stained scrap book padalock. I started quickly raiding my black pockets placing everything I found in the forest infront of my I found some pritty weird stuff like jewellery, clips, photos and well this really was weird I found a yellow, stained and riped poem .
" across the grave yard and along the misty land there we are buried along evils hand were once innocent but now we breath through the lungs of the this forest. Haunted you will be we all know your name by the time we are finnished you will wish you had never came , as time goes by you will reolise wht you have done by the time u have left will soon be none." Im geting the fibe I should return all this .......stuff-sudenly the vase in my room smashed into demolished pieces of china glass. My light started to flicker dimly. I knew this was just the begining , I could almost smell dark voodoo magic spreading evily over my black room. My spine was crawling with cold shivers.
Before I snuggled up into my black and white bed covers I sat up in my bed looking for any paranormal activity that was lingering around my room carelessly. Nothing. I pulled the chain of my lamp and soon fell asleep I dreamt sweet dreams of rotting grottos and gnomes in the garden . Suddenly my dream lead me towards the voodoo forest , I was running with a vast amount of speed climbing through the trees and stumbling along the grave yard only to find my self at a blackened cottage with white wooden steps going all the way up to a tall rounded door. " we know yohr name we know your name the hand of evil lies amoungst, are soels are lost we dident know the cost ." Suddenly I I wolk up only to be in shock. I, I , I was petrified as about three million cockroaches craweld speedily up my covers and coverd my face all the way over my mouth. Unable to scream I lay there with tears trickling down my cheeks and watery eyes . "Im going to die ," I thought .
Suddenly my dad came in and saw me lieing misrably frozen on my bed unable to move. He turned the light on . "Are u okay?"my dad asked looking puzzled. I shook my head stifly. I griped onto my covers not able to speak. My dad looked scared for me . He couldent see them. They were everywhere.
Future
Eventually a year later my dad sent me to therapy. This night mare I was living was tromotising , it felt like I was harshly thrown into the fires of hell. I was now unable to see things clearly and dident have the same point of view on things. No therapy could cure this curse. It did help the nightmare but I was vastly loosing wait as I was not eating because a man was sitting at the dining table, fingers rose from his bloody I eye sockets and riped the skin clean from below his eyes. Blood ran purely down his dusty face as blood spurted from his mouth down his chin.
When his eyes turned to the shade of black he looked at me in confusion as snakes slimed out of his hair and eat him alive leaving only his skeleton that clattered as it hit the ground and disintegrated into dust.
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