•If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don't. You'll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it.
I meandered my way through the twisting trees, their exo-skeletons reeled towards me, gripping the air around me.
The air was damp, it stuck at my throat as I scribbled in my journal.
It seemed to be my only solace in this entire journey.
I reached a fork in the path, the leaf-strewn mud split at a large oak tree.
One path was lit up by the ominous moonlight, and the other twisted deeper into the woods.
I looked at my journal, I didn't have any bad feeling about either of them.
At that moment a growl raced towards my ear from the dark path.
But the moonlit path didn't seem safe either.
The lit path twisted further and further down the woods.
I had a feeling that this path was a trick, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I let that feel my drag me towards the dark path, away from the tempting light and further into the dark.
I must have made a lucky guess, as soon as I stepped down it I heard something scamper off from the other path.
The voice came back to taunt me
Clever... aren't we?
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Into The Woods // ✓
Short StoryThis is not a ghost story, but it's filled with ghosts of my past. And this is not a horror story, but many may be horrified. It's also not a monster story either, but there is a monster in it. And that monster is me.
