The misty forest

The ride

I can't actually believe that mum decided to take us in the middle of no where for a holiday; to be honest I think we would all rather just go abroad but for some reason- we are here...outside an old vintage looking cottage, 'Mum...' I say 'are you sure we are in the right place?' For a second she just looked at the cottage blankly. 'Yes I'm sure..' she says as we make our way to the crooked door.

We start unpacking our suitcases getting comfortable, I go upstairs. I find my room and look outside, as my bedroom is in the attic. As I look into the misty forest I see a black figure, I just chuckle a bit looking behind me then looking back to find that this 'figure' was looking at me; I quickly ran downstairs and just start chatting with Mum and Dad. Trying to forget what I had seen..