After Dusk

Prologue

The night is in its mere infancy. It has only just begun, but yet it is already at its darkest. The light of the full moon pokes through the leaves on the tall trees, barely lighting the ground below.

Though they can not be seen at this time of night, the trees are beautiful shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. Fall has just begun, making the scenery utterly gorgeous everywhere you look.

There is a very strong earthy smell tonight as it had just rained all day. The air is still damp and the ground is filled with water, little puddles form where the dirt could no longer take in the water.

Seventeen-year-old Roslyn Walsh, our main focus for tonight, is out in these woods, trying to get back home. It is already way past her curfew. She is going to be in so much trouble when she gets home.

She got lost on her way home from Anthony, her now ex-boyfriend's, house and is now desperately trying to find the path again so she can be home fast.

Roslyn lifts her face to look around her, the light and shadows dancing on her skin as she moves. She hopes to see something that might help her get back on track with her trip. Her tear filled and bloodshot eyes search for a familiar sight in the middle of all these trees.

Normally, she would know the way home from his house like the back of her hand, but something spooked her way back into the beginning of her journey and forced her off of the beaten down trail she used to take twice a day to see her beloved Anthony.

She can not recall what scared her so badly to be chased away, but she does remember the fear it was able to create inside of her. Her brain is not allowing her to remember... all she knows is that she is deathly afraid of whatever it was.

She ran before she could even think. Her feet moved before he brain could process what she saw.

But it is not the darkness and memory of being chased off the path that scare poor Roslyn, it's the silence around her.

At this time of night, the woods are usually filled with sounds. Owls or birds calling into the night, animals talking to one another, leaves rustling in the wind, bugs chirping, and animals sharing a meal they just worked so hard to catch and kill.

There should be branches creaking and falling in the distance, the creek gurgling as it flows over large rocks, the rustling sounds of small animals scurrying under the thick ferns and over the thousands of brittle branches and twigs, the constant sound of a breeze, and the sounds of birds twittering and flying from tree to tree.

But tonight, there is none of that. It is completely silent. That is unnatural considering everything that lives out here.

But the silence does help Roslyn. She uses it to her advantage.

The lack of any sound around her in these woods makes it easier for her to hear them coming.

AN: first chapter of this story! I am so excited to share this with you!! Please vote and comment so that I can know what you think of this!!

[Started 3/7/18]

Hi guys. I am rewriting this story and editing it a lot.