The Boy and the Girl

The Creepy Meadow

The grass blew in the wind, the wheat swayed in the breeze, the sun covered the entire field, but the field wasn't bright or radiant. It was a haze of yellow.

A  story of an Asian boy and a White girl. They would both play in the meadow together for hours on end, they came back to this very spot very very often. Their parents would always know where to find them. It was as if the meadow became a part of them; their childhood.  Over time nothing changed; as they grew older they still were attached to this meadow. They would go on their own everyday consecutively when they were old enough. Many years passed and the meadow looked exactly the same as when they were both children, everything was still yellow...

As they got older the boy became more outgoing and fearless and she became cautious and caring, he followed a path he found which he saw in the distance which led to a mansion. He was excited and didn't tell anyone of this discovery; not even his best friend he came to the meadow with all the time. The girl notices him walking further and further away from her, she follows the boy. Step after step; wheat brushing her knees, slowly making her movements sluggish; she continued over the vast hills in the distance to which she experienced a large force pushing against her. The wind was getting stronger and stronger; her eyes watered and heart rapidly beating she was thrown to the ground. She woke up; a few hours later still in the meadow. She remembered the wind was very powerful but it had now subsided. 

She continued over the hills; the strands of wheat still swirling around the field from the onslaught earlier; she journeyed up and over the hills towards the Mansion. As she got closer the building was harder to see and it felt like she wasn't making any progress at all; she didn't give up and carried on with her quest. Longing to see her friend again she eventually appeared at the last two hills; as she approached she noticed a series of silhouette figures appearing over the hill; slowly one at a time suddenly appearing till there is an entire line of people watching her from the opposite side of the meadow. She was confused and knew her friend was already in the mansion by now, especially after she hit her head. She froze in her tracks, gazing at the congregation of people which suddenly slowly started to walk towards her direction. 

It was like a game of chess, one move after the other. From silhouettes formed shadows; from shadows to figures. These figures moved in like an Army approaching her, she remained still as the wind started to pick up again. She noticed the figures were becoming more human looking and they were all young... young like children, young like the same age she was when she first came here with her friend. They were all black and white like an old programme when TV's were first invented or as if they have just come out of a dusty chimney. Some children were smaller than others but not by much; some would cry, some were giggling, some were angry, some were neutral the rest were as if they were completely transparent. This horde of children walked closer and closer to the young girl, she walked back and stumbled on a rock... as fast as she could she got her bearings and rushed backwards more while huddling her knees in front of her and hugging them. 

Certain children amongst the group would disperse and act as if they were playing in a playground in the meadow while others charged towards the girl. Yelling and throwing their arms around erratically. They all vanished while distant echoes of their cries and chants disappeared in the breeze.

After brushing herself off and processing what happened, she appeared at a path. Muddy and black she looks down at her feet and looks back up too. The girl's phone vibrated in her pocket; it was her Aunt. She told her there had been an increase in the reports of people missing in this yellow field and they would be missing for years.