His mom always told him be aware, be careful, stay safe.
He should have listened because on June 6, 1866 he took a walk in the woods. The woods were used once a year for the annual town games you were not allowed in on any other day. He was clueless of his surroundings; his focus was on finding the perfect rock to skip in the competition.
Every year the boys of the town would gather rocks and skip them in the stream. Many of the boys had gathered the rocks from the entrance of the forest because going in was forbidden.
But he was going to find the best rock even if it was the last thing he did. After what seemed like hours of walking he stumbled on a stream with beautiful and smooth rocks. He picked up a rock from the red stream. He was so overjoyed with the fact that he found the perfect rock he did not realize the color of the stream.
In his hand he held a stone which he thought was like any other but when he flipped it over it shimmered in the light, the purple hughs left him marvelizing. “Tap” he looked around “tap, tap, tap” he couldn’t see anyone “ tap, tap” it got louder, it was in his head. “Tap tap tap tap tap tap” IT was calling him. He couldn’t control his body and with that he surrendered himself to the noise. Then he was gone. IT had started.
He should have listened to his mother. The town had changed, no one participated in the games and the woods were only used for travel and to collect necessities.
6 months later a visible red trail began to appear in the woods. They assumed the stream dried up and left red sand in its place.
Even 66 years later the woods were a dark secret that no one had figured out.
His story was still told. Some did not walk through the woods because their fear kept them away but every sixth day of the month someone would disappear. Many still went through the woods, thinking the story to be a myth. The townspeople were warned not to walk outside of the sand.
No one knew why the sand was there or how it got there but everyone was too scared to find out. The rules were simple.
1 Stay on the red path
2 Do not waste time. Get in and get out
3 Do not pick up anything that is not on the path
The red sand wasn’t just a story, it was a fear.
Everyone followed the rules
But people still went missing every month
People would enter the woods and not come out then more of path would be added
Many believed an angel came and put the path down to help them and those that disappeared disobeyed the rules.
But that was not reality
The angel never helped because the angels were feared it too and IT ruled the woods
IT took the life of that boy and turned him into sand
The path that the town thought was saving lives
Was all the lives that had been killed in the woods
The path was death and destruction in itself
He picked up the rock, the rock was the key to let IT out and IT needed victims
The red path was a cemetery and the people of the town thought it was their gift.
But little did they know that IT could get them all if IT wanted. What was IT
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Story of stories
Short StoryThis is random short stories/poems that I write. I just want to get better at writing so I have the guts to publish a book one day so this is my way of starting.
