That's strange, because my real name is Dominic, and I would also say that I'm a quiet,friendly person. On the other hand though, I am quite tall for my age. Anyway, that's enough about me, and more about my story...
A Walk in the Dark - The Journey from hell
What you are about to read is genuine, and really happened to me. I'm not stealing this from a book or anything, this is a true story, which I have not made up.
The story starts on a warm summer's day in the middle of August two years ago. The story is in England, A few miles away from where I live. Anyway, we had parked the car in front of the entrance to a wood. It was about 8:00pm, so my dad had decided that we could go on a walk.
We started walking through the fallen leaves. As usual, my younger brother shot out in front. I also noticed that the expanse of woodland either side of me was encased in a wooden, fungi-covered barrier.We carried on for about 15 minutes, through the trees and bracken, and we happened upon an old, wooden gate.
We passed through and kept on walking. It seemed to last for ever. Half an hour came and went. We had just entered a corn field, which was apparently part of the trail we were following. The field was a pale yellow colour, kinda like weak custard. I stopped to admire it for a moment, and was then awakened my my brother's distant cries. We neared a winding, gravelly path.
Again, we were surrounded by forest. But this time, there was no barrier. Also, the forest was thicker than the last. The trees were pine, towering things which blocked out most of the bleary, fading sunlight. By now, the family was starting to tire, and the sky was getting dark. I kept on trudging through the dust.
As we passed an exeptionally large pine tree, my mum tugged my arm and joked, "Hey. How would you like sleeping on the gravel, with the animals trying to grab you?" "Terrified", I replied sarcastically. We kept on walking.
It was fairly dark by this time. My mum asked my dad if he "actually knew where he was going". That's an appropriate question to ask, I thought. Just the thing you need when you're cold, tired, and hungry.
By now, the Sky was getting darker by the minute. What little light was remaining had been caught by the vast roof of leaves above me. "I'm cold" My brother announced. I was forced to agree with him. "AAhah...Oh dear." My dad trailed off. "It seemes we have a choice to make." We had stumbled upon a dead end. Three make-shift paths had been cut through the undergrowth. One of them apparently lead to a bar, but we couldn't risk it.
"You may not like it" my dad proclaimed, "but this is for your own safety. I haven't a clue which is the right path to take, so I have made a difficult decision." The rest of the family gazed at him. " I think we may have to turn back".
The words I had been dreading to hear. So, we turned back, and started up the hill back to the field. The sky was pitch-black by now, and it wasn't being helped by the canopy of needles covering us. To be honest, I thought that mum's little joke would be coming true. At that very moment, something cracked inside the wood. SNAP! CRACK! Things were getting scary...
At last, through paranoia and tenseness, we approached the field again. The black sky obscured the view, the custardy corn was now grey. I could here the distant sounds of the motorway to my right. As I stepped into the field, "things" (I couldn't make out whether they were frogs or what) move away from me. As we carried on, yet more sounds came from the nearby forest.
The time finally came when we were back at the forest. But little did I know that this was to be the most terrifying section of the journey from hell. Inside the forest, there was so little light I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. (i'm not joking - try it under your duvet).
We slowly kept walking in what we thought was the right direction. At one point, dad had to take out his lighter and use it to see in front of us. Then, from out of the blue (or black, as it were) we came across the rotting gate again. We passed through, and practically ran the last stretch of the forest. (Which now, we realise was extremely risky, but at the time, it felt like the right thing to do).
After a few more minutes of running, we eventually came out of the entrance to the wood. I'm not kidding, but I have never felt so relieved in all my life! On the way back home in the car, I said "Well, that's the last time we let dad organise a walk again". How we laughed.
So, what do you think?
An Eternal Struggle between good and evil continues...Each side looking for an advantage...Each side looking for me.
Uh... What's the point of this bit?
