The Forest

Chapter 1: Danger ahead

"Beware of the forest" my grandfather always told me, the forest stood right at the bottom of his garden at the end of his old wooden bungalow in the highlands.

I loved my grandfather but unfortunately he had sadly passed away a couple of months ago but none knew how as he hadn't had any health problems and seemed completely fine the last time I saw him was when he came to Edinburgh. My grandfather was a very traditional old man and said he would never go to the doctors and as its in the Highlands their weren't many to go to. Their wasn't any examinations on his body well if he even had a body as I didn't even see his casket.

Anyway my job was to pack all his belongings up from his house and to send them to Edinburgh where I live. When I arrived at the house I unlocked it and shoved the door open, standing their in its place for 50 years stood my grandfather's rocking chair, it brought back so many memories of me sitting on his lap and him rocking the chair to get me to sleep and the time I got my thumb stuck in a pickle jar don't ask.

I plonked myself onto the chair and looked out onto his garden where the forest stood. I remember being terrified of that forest when I was younger and never understood why. I got off the chair and stood up where I then dragged my cold body to the back door where a tartan blanket hung on the door, I wrapped it around my body and opened the rusty back door.

As the door swung open I stepped into the fresh Scottish open air where all you smell is sheep poo and occasionally cut grass. I walked to the end of his garden and gazed into the misty forest where I saw a shadow move.