Into the Dark Woods

Chapter 1

     To me, it was just a normal day in high school: me drawing in class while everybody else was taking notes and paying attention to the lesson plan; when I was called out of class.  My teacher, Ms. Abrams, gave me a sad and apologetic look that could only mean one thing: someone in my family had died.  I go home to find my mom sitting in the old beat-up brown leather chair that we've had for what seemed like forever.  She had her face in her hands and was crying unceasingly.  i go over to her, lay my hand so very gently on her back trying to comfort her.  "What happened?" I asked after a long pause to let her calm down a little bit.  "Grandma.  She was out shopping for groceries when she suddenly had a stroke." more tears. Clearing of the throat. "Sweetie, Grandma's gone."  Of course I was distraught.  I found myself crying too (and I very rarely cry).  However, I knew I had been lied to.  I definitely knew that Grandma had not died of a stroke.  I also knew that she had not gone shopping that day, she had gone to the woods.  I was sure of it.  I was going to find out how she died, and I knew exactly where to start.  Time to break into a morgue.