FOREST OF THE LOST

PART FIFTEEN

25.

It never wanted her; it never had a want for her. Instead, it just took from her ... twice and it never wanted to take her specifically. It did take her life, it took her world and it let her live, let her go on in her own world. In that own world, she had been left cold, she had been left alone not once but twice. Why did it not want her? Why did it let her live and suffer the effects of all it took from her?

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Darkness begins to set in, and Terrence still hides. A madman, an apparent lunatic with a chainsaw more or less came out of nowhere looking like something out of a horror movie and it more than appeared that he came with the intent to inflict horror movie like destruction on each and every soul he comes into contact with. Maybe this chainsaw person was just having a bad day. Still ...

In here though, there is no day, there is no night, there can be both ... either, depending on where you are from one moment to the next. In this place, there just is ... what you see. Despite all that is going on, Terrence is sure that for a split second at least, he can once again see Mary. But that split second is just that ... a split second. None of this can be real; in fact, it is all so crazy that it cannot be anything other than real.

Having gone on the run with two fourteen-year-old boys, or rather, ran off in the general same direction, Terrence took cover. The sound of the chainsaw has gone, in an instant, the two fourteen-year-old boys have gone too. Their capture and possible murder are somewhat of an unlikely thing but then again, what does Terrence really know?

He has not heard any mutilation occur, that does not mean all the lives of relevance to this situation are still intact and there is hesitation in finding out for sure. The last thing Terrence would want is to come out of his hiding position only to discover chainsaw man behind some nearby tree or hedge just waiting for a potential victim to come to him rather than continuing on any kind of chase.

As it is, the sound of the chainsaw no longer rings out through the woods, Terrence still hides. Out of one kind of danger to run right into what would appear to be another kind of danger. What is being lost on him at this moment is that if time does not exist in this place, then why is darkness coming? He knows this already; he just has to wrap his head around it. Time does exist but both night and day, every day and no day ... all at once and from one moment to the next in no specific order.

Sitting in the shadows of the largest tree he has so far seen in this place; Terrence is ready to make another run should such a thing be necessary and such a thing is likely to be necessary right now. To run, however, is something he has no time to attempt to do. To his right something is moving along the ground, and it is moving towards him at great speed. Miniature life, thousands of miniature lives coming his way.

What the hell is this? It happens so quickly there is no time to react or even scream ...

Spiders, a multitude of spiders, a trail of small dark spiders are rushing towards him. Indeed, there is no time to think, no time to run, the spiders are swarming him, climbing up one leg, then the other, rushing all over his torso, rushing all along his arms and hands, soon they completely cover him.

One horror has without a doubt now been replaced by another, things all around have got dark, maybe the intentions in this moment are not all so dark. The intent is not one of creating or causing fear. The intent is something else.

Thousands of small black spiders completely cover Terrence, and they continue to scurry all around him ... encompassing every centimeter of his being ... for about ten seconds before moving off and away from him. A matter of only a few seconds pass until each and every one of those spiders have left his body. The whole incident indeed only took a matter of seconds and soon the spiders are no longer in sight. They've returned from whence they came, wherever that may be.