There wasn't a metal rail leading up the hill and into the forest last time she came this way. There certainly weren't leaf covered stairs next to the rail. They looked steady enough to walk on and tempting enough that she began to walk up them before her mind could quite catch up with what her feet were doing.
Twigs snapped and leaves crunched underneath her as she continued to climb deeper into the woods, grabbing the rail the whole time as if she feared she'd be lost entirely without it. After a couple of sharp turns in the staircase she spied the corner of an old thatched roof on her left, covered in a patchy layer of grey moss.
As she suspected the staircase lead her right to the front door that looked as though it had been broken down once or twice and roughly shoved back where it was meant to be. That and all the windows dripping with condensation made her feel uneasy about the place so she chose to head down a smaller path to the right of the door to see if there was anybody inside.
This time she took care to tread as quietly as possible, not noticing how the shadows shifted behind her. or how eyes as large as her head peered out from the thick foliage surrounding the derelict home. It had lived there a lot longer than the neighbouring humans and was none too pleased that yet another had found their way into its home.
While it stalked her silently she carried on glancing into any window she saw, peeping in from the corners, head low in case someone was still inside. The pathway she was on lead to an overgrown garden that had once centred around an ornate fountain with dozens of little fairy statues all over, playing where jets of water must have come out only now they were all missing their heads and hands.
Heading to the far edge of the garden she saw that this house must have had a wonderful view before the owner left and the plants had taken over. she could even see her own home not too far from there, her mother was in the back garden taking in the washing.She decided to give her mother a call, spur of the moment decision, forgetting where she was and that she was trespassing.
Oh, the look on her mother's face when she finally managed to see her daughter between the trees up the hill! She even remembered the former owner's name - Mrs Thompkins who'd been taken off to a care home by the authorities when a concerned neighbour told the police that she'd been screaming at the trees and telling them to leave her alone. What a foolish woman! Must have been her old mind going.
She wasn't sure when her mother's voice trailed off into silence, all she seemed to remember was the agonising pain coming from the clawed hand sticking out of her stomach. As her vision faded around the edges, getting hazier and hazier by the second, she heard her mother shriek through her phone and wondered what all the fuss was about.
Twigs snapped and leaves crunched underneath her as she continued to climb deeper into the woods, grabbing the rail the whole time as if she feared she'd be lost entirely without it. After a couple of sharp turns in the staircase she spied the corner of an old thatched roof on her left, covered in a patchy layer of grey moss.
As she suspected the staircase lead her right to the front door that looked as though it had been broken down once or twice and roughly shoved back where it was meant to be. That and all the windows dripping with condensation made her feel uneasy about the place so she chose to head down a smaller path to the right of the door to see if there was anybody inside.
This time she took care to tread as quietly as possible, not noticing how the shadows shifted behind her. or how eyes as large as her head peered out from the thick foliage surrounding the derelict home. It had lived there a lot longer than the neighbouring humans and was none too pleased that yet another had found their way into its home.
While it stalked her silently she carried on glancing into any window she saw, peeping in from the corners, head low in case someone was still inside. The pathway she was on lead to an overgrown garden that had once centred around an ornate fountain with dozens of little fairy statues all over, playing where jets of water must have come out only now they were all missing their heads and hands.
Heading to the far edge of the garden she saw that this house must have had a wonderful view before the owner left and the plants had taken over. she could even see her own home not too far from there, her mother was in the back garden taking in the washing.She decided to give her mother a call, spur of the moment decision, forgetting where she was and that she was trespassing.
Oh, the look on her mother's face when she finally managed to see her daughter between the trees up the hill! She even remembered the former owner's name - Mrs Thompkins who'd been taken off to a care home by the authorities when a concerned neighbour told the police that she'd been screaming at the trees and telling them to leave her alone. What a foolish woman! Must have been her old mind going.
She wasn't sure when her mother's voice trailed off into silence, all she seemed to remember was the agonising pain coming from the clawed hand sticking out of her stomach. As her vision faded around the edges, getting hazier and hazier by the second, she heard her mother shriek through her phone and wondered what all the fuss was about.
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