A MOTHER'S WARNING

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Submitted Date 05/15/2022
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Don't go into the forest at night," my mother used to always warn,"There are things there that bite and don't let go."

 

I always listened to her, well most of the time. Other times I would wait at the outskirts of our village until dusk, watching curiously as the eerie violet fog that surrounded the forest darkened at the sun's setting. There were always strange sounds coming from within the forest; alluring sounds. Sometimes I would get brave enough and take a step or two into the fog to get a closer listen. But only "sometimes" though.

 

Eventually, as I got older, I started packing a bag and going camping in the forest. I mean, I just had to find the source of that sound, right? And I wasn't the only one either. Met some friends on one of the trips, so now I wasn't alone. They were kind of slow, but the forest wasn't as scary with them around. We would walk together, talk, and eat together.

 

This one particular time, as we all knelt together eating delicious meat from some unfortunate bloody carcass, I couldn't get my mother's words out of my head. I wonder if this guy's mother had ever warned him about the dangers of the forest. If so, then he really should've listened.


 

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  • Brandon Paul 1 year, 10 months ago

    Short and punchy! I like the tie back to the beginning.