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Out in the Woods _ Creepypasta · History Dark

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  Speaker 1: let's begin tonight's story. The stories I'm about to tell
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  Speaker 1: you are real. Well, they're real to me. It's up
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  Speaker 1: to you whether or not you believe me. When I
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  Speaker 1: was a child, it was just me and my mother.
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  Speaker 1: We lived in a property owned by my grandma, an
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  Speaker 1: old three-storey farmhouse right at the fringe of the woods.
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  Speaker 1: It was far off the road. down a long, unlit
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  Speaker 1: gravel driveway. It felt very isolated at night, being so
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  Speaker 1: distant from any other houses. Set in an area that
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  Speaker 1: hadn't been inhabited for 30 years before we started living
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  Speaker 1: in it. Quite often, I was a fairly rambunctious child.
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  Speaker 1: So while my mum went off to work, I'd occasionally
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  Speaker 1: skip the morning bus to school and stay home alone
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  Speaker 1: all day. The big house had a habit of feeling
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  Speaker 1: incredibly lonely and sparse, so I spent most of my
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  Speaker 1: time playing in the forest expanse out back. Some distance
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  Speaker 1: into the woods, far enough that I couldn't hear my
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  Speaker 1: mother when she called. There was a toppled pine tree
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  Speaker 1: which had crashed into another. An even larger trunk on
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  Speaker 1: its way down was now frozen there, forming a long
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  Speaker 1: arc over the forest floor. I loved to climb up
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  Speaker 1: the jagged stump at the base of this fallen tree,
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  Speaker 1: and then steady myself to a point just above the middle.
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  Speaker 1: I was never able to make it all the way
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  Speaker 1: to the top, because it just got too steep for
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  Speaker 1: me to continue any further, and I had a bad
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  Speaker 1: habit of freaking out from how high up I was.
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  Speaker 1: One day, I was sitting in my usual spot on
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  Speaker 1: the fallen tree, which was a good distance from the ground,
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  Speaker 1: just listening to the birds singing and simultaneously feeling the
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  Speaker 1: warmth of the sun on my neck. Then, I heard
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  Speaker 1: something strange from underneath that paralysed me in shock. Hey, kid.
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  Speaker 1: I was gripped by a sudden strong surge of fear
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  Speaker 1: for a moment. The voice had come from directly underneath me.
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  Speaker 1: I strained to look down, but couldn't see anything over
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  Speaker 1: the ledge. For a long time, I just sat there
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  Speaker 1: in absolute silence. And I was at the point where
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  Speaker 1: I was almost soon to convince myself though I'd imagined
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  Speaker 1: hearing a man's voice at all. I know you can
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  Speaker 1: hear me. His voice was much louder this time. I
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  Speaker 1: yelled something out and scrambled up the log a bit higher.
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  Speaker 1: Trembling nervously, I dug my fingernails into the bark and
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  Speaker 1: held tight for dear life. I sat there, trying to
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  Speaker 1: collect my nerves for God knows how long. Although I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't see it, the presence of the thing underneath me
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  Speaker 1: was still clear. The birdsong was much softer and more
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  Speaker 1: cautious this time, and when I listened closely, I swear
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  Speaker 1: I could hear the faintest echo of human breathing. Gathering
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  Speaker 1: all my courage, I vowed to prove to myself that
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  Speaker 1: it was all my imagination, by leaning over the edge
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  Speaker 1: as far as I possibly could without slipping right off.
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  Speaker 1: Digging hard into the bark behind me, I stretched out
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  Speaker 1: along my arms and peered over, getting a full view
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  Speaker 1: of the empty forest floor and undergrowth, when suddenly, Come
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  Speaker 1: down here or I'll come up and grab you. It
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  Speaker 1: was so loud, it was as though it was being
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  Speaker 1: screamed right in my face. I released my grip on
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  Speaker 1: the tree in fright and plunged off the platform. I
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  Speaker 1: was saved only by grabbing a nearby branch, and for
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  Speaker 1: one awful second, my bare legs dangled in the cool air.
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  Speaker 1: When I pulled myself up, I ran at full speed
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  Speaker 1: to the top of the collapsed pine, to the point
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  Speaker 1: I'd never reached before. I sat there, just below the
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  Speaker 1: rustling canopy, shaking with fear and staring at the distant
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  Speaker 1: base where the splintered wood rose, fully expecting at any
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  Speaker 1: moment to see someone crawling rapidly up the pine towards me. Instead,
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  Speaker 1: All I heard was the wind whistling in the leaves
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  Speaker 1: above and below me, and occasional snippets of birdsong. It
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  Speaker 1: was about two hours before my mother got home and
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  Speaker 1: found me, after much worried searching, trembling and crying at
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  Speaker 1: the top of the fallen tree. Although this incident spooked
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  Speaker 1: both me and mother, in time I somehow recovered, exhibiting
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  Speaker 1: that naive hard skin of a child. Though I never
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  Speaker 1: went as far into the forest as I used to,
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  Speaker 1: and never again even approached that fallen tree. Once, when
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  Speaker 1: I was twelve, I had the chore of taking firewood
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  Speaker 1: from the shed out back, just at the edge of
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  Speaker 1: the woods, and bringing it back inside the house. It
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  Speaker 1: was a tiresome job, and I always chose to do
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  Speaker 1: it at dusk, when the air was brimming with mosquitoes,
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  Speaker 1: and a swampy fog that usually coated the lawn. By
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  Speaker 1: the time I'd made my last round, I'd sprint back
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  Speaker 1: to the house, spooked. One of my least favourite things
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  Speaker 1: about this job was that the shed was full of
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  Speaker 1: barn owls. If you've ever seen a barn owl's face
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  Speaker 1: staring at you from a dark roof corner, then you'll
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  Speaker 1: know how uncomfortable that shed made me. One of these nights,
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  Speaker 1: it got mistier than it had ever been before. A
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  Speaker 1: thick silver fog covered everything. and limited my line of
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  Speaker 1: sight to a short sphere around me. Even though the
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  Speaker 1: shed wasn't far from the house, I found myself feeling disoriented.
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  Speaker 1: More than once, I walked in the wrong direction, both
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  Speaker 1: times for some reason heading straight into the woods. By
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  Speaker 1: the time I'd reached my last load, it was too
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  Speaker 1: foggy to see the street. My eyes stung from the moisture,
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  Speaker 1: and it made my vision blur. Lurching forward, I managed
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  Speaker 1: to walk headfirst into a tree, doubling over and dropping
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  Speaker 1: all of the wood I was bundling onto my feet
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  Speaker 1: with a hard crunch. As I went to pick them up,
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  Speaker 1: with my foot throbbing pretty hard, I realised that the
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  Speaker 1: ground was too misty for me to see my own knees.
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  Speaker 1: I decided to head into the house, since we had
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  Speaker 1: more than enough wood for one night. However, it was
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  Speaker 1: getting to be pretty dark, and I couldn't make out
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  Speaker 1: any signifiers of which direction I was heading in. Even
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  Speaker 1: though I cautiously walked for several feet in all directions,
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  Speaker 1: trying to figure out my position in the mists, I
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  Speaker 1: still couldn't figure out any point of identification. I couldn't
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  Speaker 1: even locate the fence or the gate, and the more
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  Speaker 1: I walked, the more I seemed to stumble into trees,
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  Speaker 1: pine needles, and mud crunching under my feet, instead of
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  Speaker 1: dew-covered lawn. After a while, I finally realised that I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't even find the shed anymore, cursing myself for being
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  Speaker 1: so dumb, while trying to ignore my thumping heart and
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  Speaker 1: sense that something else was at play. I became aware
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  Speaker 1: that I was lost somewhere in the fringe of the forest.
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  Speaker 1: Screaming out for my mother at the loudest possible volume
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  Speaker 1: was only met with a resounding silence from the depths
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  Speaker 1: of the mist all around where I stood. affirming that
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  Speaker 1: I'd wandered too far from the house to be heard.
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  Speaker 1: As a deep panic started to set in on me,
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  Speaker 1: I noticed a glimpse of something pink moving against a
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  Speaker 1: nearby pine trunk. Coming closer, I saw it was a
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  Speaker 1: ripped-out square of pink paper. On it, there was an
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  Speaker 1: arrow pointing left. I rationalised that it looked vaguely like
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  Speaker 1: something my mum might make to keep me from getting lost. So, Foolishly,
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  Speaker 1: I followed the direction set by that green arrow, shivering
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  Speaker 1: in the increasing cold. I kept walking for about five
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  Speaker 1: to ten minutes before needing to stop to take a breath.
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  Speaker 1: My heart was pounding so fast it was beginning to hurt.
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  Speaker 1: As I was sitting down, however, I spied what appeared
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  Speaker 1: to be another note fluttering on a nearby trunk. I
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  Speaker 1: noticed that this one was embedded with a long nail.
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  Speaker 1: It bore another arrow, this one pointing up, and a small,
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  Speaker 1: sloppily written note that said, This way. Despite my increasing panic,
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  Speaker 1: I convinced myself that these notes were my only shot
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  Speaker 1: at getting back before nightfall. I was desperate to get
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  Speaker 1: the hell out, and my brow was cold with sweat.
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  Speaker 1: So I followed the green arrow, to a point where
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  Speaker 1: I could just dimly make out another spot of pink,
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  Speaker 1: up an incline of collapsed stumps and leaf litter. At
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  Speaker 1: this point, it was getting pretty dark, and I had
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  Speaker 1: to strain both my eyes just to see a few
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  Speaker 1: metres ahead of me. Following the green arrows, feeling less
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  Speaker 1: and less sure of where I was, I stumbled through
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  Speaker 1: the woods, groping out in the mist to feel for trees.
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  Speaker 1: although I was terrified of something unseen grabbing my arm.
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  Speaker 1: I came across the third green note, which had another
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  Speaker 1: arrow pointing up again. This one led to an increasingly
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  Speaker 1: steep slope that I didn't recognise being anywhere near my house,
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  Speaker 1: with a poorly drawn smiley face right above it. At
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  Speaker 1: this stage, I became too freaked to cope, and started
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  Speaker 1: to cry there a little. As I slumped against the
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  Speaker 1: pine stump, the possibility that I'd be out in these
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  Speaker 1: woods all night was beginning to sink in, like a
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  Speaker 1: syringe being driven into the veins within my arm. I
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  Speaker 1: caught a glimpse of another pink square in the near distance,
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  Speaker 1: squinting hard, unnerved by these notes, all of which looked
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  Speaker 1: fresh and without sign of decay despite the previous week's
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  Speaker 1: non-stop rain. I read it from afar. What I read
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  Speaker 1: made my blood turn cold. I stood to my knees,
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  Speaker 1: dead silently, wobbling on them in fear. My ears were
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  Speaker 1: sensitive to any tiny prickle of noise in the mist.
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  Speaker 1: For a long time, I stood there in the rolling fog,
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  Speaker 1: reading and re-reading that horrible note over and over again,
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  Speaker 1: before a snapping stick somewhere behind me caused me to sprint, blindly,
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  Speaker 1: twigs snagging at my ankles and cutting up my face
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  Speaker 1: as I ran. Written on the note, in big green letters,
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  Speaker 1: was my name. It felt like I was running for hours.
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  Speaker 1: All the while, the rain and mist lapped at the
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  Speaker 1: back of my neck, like the decaying breath of someone
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  Speaker 1: following right behind me. Somehow, I made it back to
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  Speaker 1: the house. All the lights are on. and I struggled
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  Speaker 1: to locate the keys for a moment. When I found them,
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  Speaker 1: I bolted indoors and quickly crawled into bed, where I remained, unsleeping,
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  Speaker 1: until morning. Mum just thought I'd come inside and gone
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  Speaker 1: to bed, and hadn't thought to leave the lights on.
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  Speaker 1: It was a miracle, aka some freakish coincidence, that I
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  Speaker 1: even found the house at all. The final incident at
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  Speaker 1: that damn house was witnessed only by my mother. Up
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  Speaker 1: until then, she'd never experienced any of the strange things
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  Speaker 1: that I had, although we mutually shared the peculiar oppressive
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  Speaker 1: quality that the house's interior had on us, and its
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  Speaker 1: placement in the dreary, imposing woods. Although I was obviously
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  Speaker 1: never a popular kid, by living way out in the country,
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  Speaker 1: in the opposite direction from everyone else at my school,
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  Speaker 1: I did make some tight friends in my first year
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  Speaker 1: of high school. One of these friends, Amanda was her name,
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  Speaker 1: invited me over one night, and I accepted. My mother
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  Speaker 1: drove me out to the place, which was about three
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  Speaker 1: miles away, then drove back home. The night went well.
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  Speaker 1: We watched a horror movie, suitably, and devoured some pizza.
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  Speaker 1: My mother went home alone, where she intended to get
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  Speaker 1: some writing done. She worked for a magazine at that point.
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  Speaker 1: It was around midnight when I received an off-putting text
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  Speaker 1: from Mum in all caps. Is this a prank? I
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  Speaker 1: need to know immediately. Thinking it was some kind of joke,
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  Speaker 1: I texted back. Calm down. Is what a prank? Almost immediately,
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  Speaker 1: the response. Are you at the house? Yes. Of course
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  Speaker 1: I responded no, though I was thoroughly weirded out. I
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  Speaker 1: didn't receive another message until around 3am, when she told
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  Speaker 1: me to go to my grandma's in the morning, and
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  Speaker 1: to not, by any means, dare go home. I remember
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  Speaker 1: those bleak torrents of rain the day I went to
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  Speaker 1: my grandmother's, and how terribly soaked I was when I
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  Speaker 1: finally got there. It was nearly two towns away, I'd
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  Speaker 1: had to fight the temptation to go home and drop
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  Speaker 1: off my bags, but mum's disturbing messages from last night
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  Speaker 1: were enough of a warning not to do so. When
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  Speaker 1: I arrived, mum and grandma were having lunch. At first,
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  Speaker 1: my mother seemed to be in some sort of a
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  Speaker 1: composed state, but when I got a better look at her,
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  Speaker 1: I noticed that all of the colour had drained from
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  Speaker 1: her face, and she was slightly trembling. At one point,
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  Speaker 1: She even sent a small glass crashing to the floor
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  Speaker 1: after flinching at the cat brushing around her ankles. It
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  Speaker 1: wasn't until later that night, when my grandma was sound asleep,
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  Speaker 1: that she told me what happened. She went further as
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  Speaker 1: to forbid me from telling old grandma, out of fear
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  Speaker 1: that it would horrify her superstitious soul too much. This
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  Speaker 1: was what happened the night when I was at Amanda's,
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  Speaker 1: as she described in lurid detail. My mother was sitting
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  Speaker 1: at the first storey in the living room, on the couch,
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  Speaker 1: by the fire, curtains open to the view of the
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  Speaker 1: sunset from the canopy, going over her latest draft. At
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  Speaker 1: first it was so faint that she barely noticed it,
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  Speaker 1: but after a while she became aware of, and vaguely
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  Speaker 1: irritated by, tiny thumping noises near her head at the window.
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  Speaker 1: When she went over to investigate, She saw fat brown moths,
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  Speaker 1: of the kind we often got at that place, buzzing
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  Speaker 1: madly into the glass. Reasoning that this was the cause
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  Speaker 1: of the sound, she returned to her work, feeling rattled
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  Speaker 1: in some way, however. It was when the noises started
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  Speaker 1: to get sharper and louder that she paid more attention,
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  Speaker 1: and saw that rocks were being thrown at the window
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  Speaker 1: from the total blackness of the forest edge. She saw
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  Speaker 1: them appear from the shadows of the bush, and then
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  Speaker 1: fall in an arc and bounce off the window. Looking carefully,
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  Speaker 1: she could see small cracks from where some heavy ones
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  Speaker 1: had hit, right beside where her head had been moments before.
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  Speaker 1: Temporarily captivated, she tried to peer into the darkness enough
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  Speaker 1: to make out where the rocks were being thrown from. Then,
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  Speaker 1: with a startled shock, she jumped back from the window,
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  Speaker 1: as she saw me standing half behind a tree right
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  Speaker 1: near the window. Grinning wide and staring at her, my
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  Speaker 1: one visible eye stretched wide open, showing all the white.
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  Speaker 1: She barely stifled a screen, seeing her own son standing there,
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  Speaker 1: just staring and smiling. Not only did the figure not
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  Speaker 1: move or blink, but it was standing by one of
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  Speaker 1: the nearest pines, far from where the rocks were shooting
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  Speaker 1: up out of the bush, as they continued to do
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  Speaker 1: so in a loud downpour. My face unceasingly continued to
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  Speaker 1: press out at her, smiling. Thinking this was all some
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  Speaker 1: kind of sick prank, hence the later text, my mother
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  Speaker 1: shouted my name at the top of her lungs, frightened
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  Speaker 1: to the core. However, instead of responding, the mouth of
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  Speaker 1: the thing that looked like me behind the tree, just
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  Speaker 1: started moving as if it were mouthing silent words really,
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  Speaker 1: really fast. Suddenly, it turned its head to the side
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  Speaker 1: and seemed to be talking to someone else behind the tree,
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  Speaker 1: my mum said, who couldn't be seen. But she could
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  Speaker 1: see a formless black shape hanging against the other side
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  Speaker 1: of the tree. The boy that looked like me kept
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  Speaker 1: staring at my mother, and doing the silent speed-talking thing,
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  Speaker 1: then turning and whispering to the thing next to him.
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  Speaker 1: Then he would turn back and start up again. Then,
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  Speaker 1: breaking the monotonous spell, he suddenly pointed straight at my
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  Speaker 1: mother and started laughing. My mother screamed and fled to
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  Speaker 1: the bedroom on the second story, the only room with
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  Speaker 1: the working lock. Where she shut herself in, and sat
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  Speaker 1: at the far end of the bed, as the rocks
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  Speaker 1: began to pitter-patter against the window downstairs, dry heaving and
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  Speaker 1: weeping in fear. In my room, my mother said she
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  Speaker 1: didn't feel safe. There was an awful smell and a
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  Speaker 1: weird humming noise in the walls that she described. She
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  Speaker 1: tried to pray for a time before giving up and
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  Speaker 1: just listening to the rocks pelt the walls and windows.
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  Speaker 1: Somewhere in the kitchen, she called the distinct, vibrant sound
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  Speaker 1: of a window actually smashing, and the weird, continuous humming.
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  Speaker 1: Listening more carefully, she could identify it as the softest
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  Speaker 1: hint of a mumbling voice. In absolute horror, she recognised
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  Speaker 1: the voice, and then, virtually too afraid to look, tilted
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  Speaker 1: her head up to the closet door, where an awful
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  Speaker 1: white face could be seen. staring right at her, mouth
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  Speaker 1: contorting and gaping in what sounded like highly sped up whispering.
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  Speaker 1: The closet door was only a metre from my mother.
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  Speaker 1: It started to open, slowly. In an unimaginable explosion of terror,
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  Speaker 1: she immediately bolted to the door, only to fumble with
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  Speaker 1: the lock as bigger and bigger rocks came crashing through
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  Speaker 1: the window, which burst apart in a spray of glass shards,
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  Speaker 1: before finally getting out, running out of the house, completely
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  Speaker 1: keeping her eyes off the woods, getting into her car
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  Speaker 1: and driving off. She said that as she glanced back,
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  Speaker 1: right at the end of the prolonged drive, she saw
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  Speaker 1: two unmistakable human forms standing in my broken bedroom window, watching,
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  Speaker 1: as her car got further and further away from our house.
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  Speaker 1: This would be their final farewell, as my mother never
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  Speaker 1: stepped foot in that place again. As my mother told
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  Speaker 1: this story, she broke down into tears. I didn't doubt her,
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  Speaker 1: and I still don't. I honestly and fully believe that
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  Speaker 1: she experienced what she said she did. It was also
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  Speaker 1: quite clear that we were done living in that house.
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  Speaker 1: for once and for all. I only went back once,
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  Speaker 1: with my dad, who I see very rarely now. He
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  Speaker 1: came from another state to help us move. Mum had
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  Speaker 1: already found a place in town and moved in. My
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  Speaker 1: dad and I just loaded up his truck with all
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  Speaker 1: that was left inside there. It was a silent, sunny
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  Speaker 1: morning when we removed all the stuff and emptied the place.
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  Speaker 1: I wish I could say there was some closure some
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  Speaker 1: final spooking to cover it all off, but there wasn't.
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  Speaker 1: It was just a relief to be out of there.
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  Speaker 1: There are, however, only two things left worth mentioning. One,
• 22:21
  Speaker 1: when we checked the house for any signs of intruders,
• 22:24
  Speaker 1: we found that several windows, including one in my bedroom
• 22:27
  Speaker 1: in the kitchen, had been smashed, and rocks were lying
• 22:31
  Speaker 1: on the floor. Two, Dad went out into the trees
• 22:36
  Speaker 1: for a bit to take a leak. When he came back,
• 22:40
  Speaker 1: he asked how long we'd had the swing set for.
• 22:44
  Speaker 1: Needless to say, we'd never had a swing set, so
• 22:48
  Speaker 1: I was fairly unsettled to discover that in the weeks
• 22:50
  Speaker 1: since we'd been gone, someone had assembled a rope swing
• 22:55
  Speaker 1: set from one of the highest branches of the old
• 22:56
  Speaker 1: pine over the ridge, against which was the fallen log
• 23:01
  Speaker 1: I'd stopped climbing many years ago. It was obviously new rope,
• 23:07
  Speaker 1: with a nicely polished, sanded down wooden seat at the base. Dad,
• 23:13
  Speaker 1: wanting to keep my mind from recent events, he doubted
• 23:16
  Speaker 1: the affair and thought my mother was mentally unstable. Said
• 23:21
  Speaker 1: that a neighbour probably set it up, not realising though
• 23:25
  Speaker 1: it was on our property. Of course, he knew as
• 23:29
  Speaker 1: well as I did that we had literally no neighbours
• 23:32
  Speaker 1: for at least a mile in any direction There were
• 23:36
  Speaker 1: no houses in all that space, and never in my
• 23:40
  Speaker 1: time living there did I ever see any other signs
• 23:43
  Speaker 1: of human habitation. But I let it all go, and
• 23:49
  Speaker 1: was pleased enough just to say good riddance to that
• 23:51
  Speaker 1: horrible place as we drove off for good. For the
• 23:55
  Speaker 1: most part, I found it best to try and forget
• 23:58
  Speaker 1: what happened there. Sometimes, I just can't help but ponder
• 24:03
  Speaker 1: it though. It's been long enough now that I no
• 24:07
  Speaker 1: longer feel scared talking about it. But for a long while,
• 24:12
  Speaker 1: I couldn't. My grandma just recently sold the house to
• 24:16
  Speaker 1: a new family. That being a young couple and their
• 24:20
  Speaker 1: little son, shortly after we moved out. Despite my mother's
• 24:25
  Speaker 1: desperate insistence that it be left empty. Now, she refuses
• 24:30
  Speaker 1: to talk about what happened altogether. I'm less anxious about it.
• 24:36
  Speaker 1: although sometimes I can't help but let my imagination get
• 24:39
  Speaker 1: the better of me. All I can do is think
• 24:43
  Speaker 1: of that old house, the fallen down tree, the new
• 24:48
  Speaker 1: occupant and the swing out back, gently spinning in the
• 24:53
  Speaker 1: breeze as that little boy toddles obliviously towards it. Thank
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• 25:07
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