Mag-log inThings aren’t always what it seems around this town I live in. Growing up, Grandma used to say there are always monsters lurking in the woods nearby. Waiting for their next victim to prey upon. They were just stories she would tell us kids to go to bed at night. I never believe they were real. Just one of those things your grandparents tell you to make sure you behave. Or so I thought….
view moreSitting on the edge of my grandmother’s bed, my heart rapidly beating and my breath becoming shallow. Zoning out, I can hear loud rings in my ear and my vision becoming blurry. I could barely hear what my grandmother or Linda was saying to me. All I could think was Did she say he was a demon?
I was dressed and ready to head down stairs with Edmund. While we walked, he grasped my hand with his own and smiled. My heart fluttered as a response and I looked away sheepishly. When we arrived at the kitchen, Alex was already chowing down his meal and making a mess. Grandmother was busy cooking to notice what we were up to. “You guys talked it out?” My grandmother asked, still facing away. My face instantly burned bright red at her comment and quickly let go of Edmund’s hand. “What do you mean?” I asked, glancing at Edmund sideways. He shrugged his shoulders with the same ‘I don’t know what sh
It was an interesting evening, during dinner it was long and filled with awkward silence. I wasn’t able to even look them in the eye as I just sat eating the meal Edmund prepared. “ Alright Snow, what is wrong?” Edmund asked, eyeing me. “Is it the food I made?” He added, looking at his own plate. “Your cooking is always bad to me” Alex teased, pretending he was going to be sick. I paused for a moment before lifting my head up and frowned. “What do you mean always? You two do know each other?” I hesitated for a second, not sure what I would be told. They both looked at each other then over to me as I sat
I was standing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nothing but trees and overgrown shrubs. The trees loomed over me so high that you cannot see the sky at all. I wrap my arms around me as my heart pounded loudly in my chest and breathing heavily. The cold air nipped my exposed bare skin, making me shiver. My eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding me trying to find a way out. I continued to search when I heard my name calling me. “Abigail” the voice sounded so sweet and kind. I wasn’t sure to follow it or not. Hesitated, I moved slowly to where the voice was calling me. “Abigail” why does the voice sound familiar?