December 20thHow could such a forest exist? I have truly explored the deepest part of my belief that an eerie place actually exists. But, when I could just barely stand. I forced my to travel through the forest. Yet I grew faint and collapsed onto the ground. My vision was replaced with flashing white specks. Before my eyes closed, I saw a person, dressed in black and its slender fingers reached out to me. But I couldn't make out the person's face. Darkness clouded my vision and everything turned black.
I awoke in a household, which I thought was a dream but, it wasn't. I felt a soft and furry object against my cheek as I woke, which appeared to be the pillow of a red couch that I was lying on.
Rubbing my eyes with my fingers until I my vision came back to me, I started to believe that this was not a hallucination nor a dream. I was sitting in a large room with candles that lit up the room in a vibrant orange colour. A fireplace sat in front of me with a framed picture hanging above it that displayed a portrait of a pale man in a suit and with slick ebony hair. I then realised that there were no windows. The paintings that hung on the stone walls were probably replacements for the windows.
I jumped in my seat as I saw a figure moved in the shadows. The person ghostly walked into the light, with its face cowering under a hood. Its head raised to reveal its skinny chin and it got me realising that it was a woman.
I shuddered in fright as my eyes aligned with hers. Red irises beamed at me. But her eyes looked at me as if they were amused. Her glare had me frozen to the spot, as she made me remembered the nightmare of the beast when I was a young boy. And at that moment she vanished before my eyes.
Suddenly, the woman appeared right next to me, sitting at the side of the couch. I had nowhere to run at this point. Well either go forwards or backwards and jump over the armrest, or go to the right to climb at the back. But she spoke before I had my chance.
"No mere human dare trespasses in this concealed world. Unless, wanting to die," she spoke softly, her head facing towards the fire. "Yet all wondrous deep desires hang here. Do you wish to feel this desire?"
Her words did not shake off my fear at all, but instead, intensified it.
"Foul beast what are you?" I exclaimed, slapping her hand and pushed her away.
She stumbled forward and her hood flew back, revealing her long and silky red hair. The woman remained still, staring into the fireplace, unwavering. "Nor living nor dead," she replied drearily. She then turned. A face of pure beauty. Her red hair glistened in the firelight and my eyes widened in astonishment.
"Andrea?" My voice stretched into a high-pitch. I knew that I wasn't wrong as she gave me a look with a great amount of shock on her face.
"Harrington?" she replied in the same tone.
"My god...It is you."
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Harrington's Journal
ParanormalA tale of a man who believes that supernatural creatures are real. When he encounters one of them during his childhood within a forest, he knows he cannot simply forget it. Harrington delves into a dangerous world, risking his life to unveil the mys...