Blogtober Day 6 – The Forbidden Forest – A short suspense story

I just wanted to out walk the storm, avoid arriving home in a sopping mess from a unpredictable storm that looked ready to rain hell on everyone in its path at any given moment.

I never wanted to get caught up in his world, I was content living in mine surrounded by my books. But it seemed fate had other plans for me, and I guess I wasn’t going to out walk that storm like planned…

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The forbidden forest

I was walking along the deserted road on a Monday, October evening, lost in thoughts of days pasted and days to come. With the Autumn wind blowing with the promise of an early storm and the rain clouds were looking angrier now than ever.

I left the Library half an hour earlier than I usually did, in the hopes of being able to out walk the storm before it hit and I knew if I kept up my pace, I may just make it before the storm throws down.

Still lost in my thoughts I had just neared the bend when I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from my left…it came from the forbidden forest that was sat there silent and hauntingly at me, almost as if it were mocking me with it’s eerie silence.

It was forbidden to walk through due to all the past animistic attacks, though no one had ever seen the animal in question, that caused the attacks. And some people even thought it was a monster or man turned into a monster that caused those attacks. No one lived through the attacks to tell the tale… so it all remains a mystery to those still living. Nothing for people to do but make up myths and stories in the hopes of keeping children from wandering through

It looked beautiful, but then again, any part of nature untouched by humans usually are breathtaking sights but nothing is as beautiful as the Forbidden Forest when it snows, as every branch and colour is blanketed in white.

A ripple of thunder echoed through the darkening sky making me wrap my arms around myself in the hopes of keep what little body heat I had left enclosed in the small space my body and coat provided.

I was debating on whether or not I should venture into the forest and find the source of that scream or to just ignore it and put it down as my overactive imagination and just go home, when another bloodcurdling scream came again.

Without another thought I changed the direction I had previously been wandering in and stepped foot into the forbidden forest and hoped for the life of me I wasn’t making the wrong decision.

The fallen leaves crackled and crunched beneath my black boots, the only sounds that now greeted my cold tipped ears. The wind seemed to have stopped and the clouds looked ready to rain a storm down on me. I took a deep breath and then jumped as another clap of thunder echoed sounding even louder than before this time accompanied by a quick flash of lightening.

And then…nothing. The sound of crunching leaves where the only things to greet my ears once again. I was starting to question whether I had really heard that scream or if it was actually all in my head. Who would even be out here anyway? And if there was someone here, something bad was/had clearly happened to them, so what could I do? Was I just walking straight into danger? Maybe I should have turned back to the library and phoned the police?

All questions I probably should have asked before walking into the Forbidden Forest alone. Well it was too late for any of that now. Just when I was giving up all hope in finding the cause of that scream I tripped over something, landing hard on my knee’s and spraining one of my wrist as I threw my hands in front of me, trying to brace myself for the impact of the fall.

Clutching my now injured wrist to my chest I sat up and swung my body to look behind me, to find what it was that I had tripped over and froze.

The thing that I had so clumsily fell over while trying to look around at my surroundings looked to be someones limb…a leg to be exact…

It was covered up well with leaves, mud, moss and whatever debris was hidden on the ground that made it hard to tell if that leg had a companion or if it was there solo.

She honestly didn’t want to find out but something in her was pushing her forward, making her move, making her want to find out more and so she slowly started to crawl towards to body with one arm slowly reaching out to touch the leg….

To be continued…..

I hope you all enjoyed this little short expert of completely random and made up on the spot suspense story.

What did you think? I’d love to hear you’re thoughts on my writing and if I should continue this on maybe?

Published by tinkablee

Hey, there! Firstly, I'd just like to start by thanking you for taking time out of your day/night to view my blog. Now you are probably wondering what kind of blog you have stumbled upon and I can tell you know my original intent was to create a lifestyle blog & that's what this is as well as one where I'll do book reviews & a little bit of everything really. My mind is full of so many ideas that I'm sure this blog is going to look/get confusing at times but I promise that I'm doing everything I can to make it look professional or at least like organized chaos. I'm also currently "writing" my childhood dream of becoming an author, and I'm at the moment writing a novel that I'm hoping will one day be published! I own three very adorable and troublesome cats and love taking nature walks with my significant other. I hope you choose to follow my blog and keep up to date with my new DIY makes, posts on how I make my candles and where you can purchase them.

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