When Darkness Calls

Behind the house.

The woods are more capable then given credit for. They hide more terrifying secrets then can be saught from the tree line, to discover them you must venture in and hope you do not end up prisoner as well.

^I literally just wrote that in my first hour Spanish class. I LIKE IT. (:

When all was cleaned up I decided now would be the time to finally get in a nice peaceful walk I'd been craving.

Because what's more peaceful then tall trees, mossy paths and the smell of fresh dirt and tree sap?

I yearned for the feeling.

I didn't see any point in changing before I headed outside because there wasn't really anything better to wear.

So as I navigated the uneven ground on two feet, I tryed not to snag my clothes on the brush or branches.

I hummed as I walked aimlessly around, thinking about nothing in particular, except that I needed to invest in shoes when I get home, to Oaks.

I pretended like I was back in my Forrest, the one I knew so well.

Only it was harder, because this one seemed darker, strange in some ways.

The smells were different, not as comforting, and the light seemed to fade the deeper you got into them.

I smelled small animals but also, with the deeper I'd gotten, the less I'd heard of them, or even smelled them.

But then there was one smell, one smell that got stronger as I went deeper, and I'd been unconciously following it.

The smell reminded me of something but I couldn't pin point the exact thing so I just figured I'd follow it and find out.

I must've been walking for a few miles before the smell started to stink.

As I neared the source I started to hear sound like metal tapping metal, grunts and groans, and I smelled blood at the last moment when a building came into veiw.

It was painted a completely dark brown, with brown moss and vines clinging to it.

The building had two windows, the door had thick black bars over the one small window.

In otherwords, it was camoflauged pretty well, for some reason.

But the familier smell, the source had to have been inside.

I watched for a minute, just listening and thinking about what I could do.

I knew there were wolves inside, I could smell them but I couldn't place the smell, they didn't belong to a pack, and they didn't smell good.

Being a generally curious person I am, I quietly made my way towards it, it wasn't large, only the size of a one room cabin.

I ventured quietly around the one side, looking for a window anywhere, it wasn't until the back where I seen a small bar covered window on the bottom.

the glass that had probably acres as a second barrier had broken at somepoint and the smell was the strongest here.

The smell of blood, Groans and noises of pain.

I crouched down to peer through it, cautiously getting closer, it was fairly dark but my vision was quickly adjusting.

It was a basement, a pretty big one in fact.

Cement everything, Cracks in the walls and darker patches where it must've been damp with heat.

I let out a small noise of surprise when I finally seen that what I'd thought were cracks in the walls were actually chains, and the chains were connected to wolves.