A Strange Collection

Chapter 2: Wrong Route

The place was enveloped in darkness with the moon as its only light. The mist gave me a ghostly touch while I was hopping along the road, and the trees were like phantoms as the fog blurred their images giving them the forms of silhouetted figures.

As usual, I was simply looking for houses where I could ask for candy. I didn't mind the eerie nature of my environment in hopes of having to indulge in something sweet by morning.

"Mint, chocolate, lollipops, taffy, gum, and gummy worms," I said while looking at my sack with glee.

I then saw a pig go inside his home. I found it unusual that he chose to live here; it was very far from Pig City, and he only appears like an ordinary person without any company. Having seen him however made me decide to go towards his house to trick or treat. I knocked on the door and said the magic words of a phrase. He then offered me a small bag of sweets.

"Huh?" I wondered upon laying my eyes on a photo attached to it. "How strange..." I thought to myself.

"Hey Sir, you left something in my bag...and it isn't candy," I told the owner of the house.

The door creaked as he slowly pushed it open.

"I'm sorry. Thanks for returning it," he said, retrieving the photo.

"No problem," I replied.

I went on my way to go home since it was already very late. Everyone could have been asleep by this time, and taking a route I have never used before, I kinda didn't feel very secure. I didn't even realize where I was until I was already in the middle of the forest. It also apparently doesn't appear to have been explored.

"Ouch! What was that?" I looked around. The moon barely even lit this place. Then I pinned my eyes to see what I stepped on. I touched it a bit, and I could feel a metallic surface. I brushed my wing along it and felt something sharp. It was a barbed wire, and my foot was tangled in them.

"Arrrgh...in that middle of a dark unpopulated forest!" I said angrily to myself. 

I took a hold of it, and spent a few minutes carefully pulling it out. Once that was done, I walked slowly through the area and was wishing that I would somehow arrive at someplace where I could find help. Hearing the sound of brittle leaves being stepped on, the snaps of a few sticks, I walked on. I couldn't see anything; it was nothing but the shadows covering my eyes, giving uncertainty as the darkness gave a mild chilling breath. An hour or so went by and I began moving at a slower pace, I could tell that I was already lost. The pain was already biting my sore flesh. I felt as if there was no hope; there was no chance for me to get out. 

I leaned on something; it was hard with a surface comparable to a used sandpaper. It wasn't easy to know what was in front of me, I tried to find something I might cling on by feeling the texture of the surroundings. I touched an edge of something hard. It was damp and would've been something quite rough. I assumed that it was a stump of a cut down tree so I was quite glad because someone may have actually lived here, but I was already very tired and decided to rest there. The wound kept me partly awake, and I wasn't able to sleep well.