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On this October night, I find myself walking
through the country fields, into the forest
entertaining the thoughts of a costume party I am to attend.


My chiffon gown radiates silvery blue in the light
of the autumn moon.
It billows ghostlike with the breeze.
Toting my silken slippers in hand, I walk on.

Through the thin wispy clouds
moonbeams guide me toward the trees.
Ahead, the forest entices.

As my foot falls, the sea of grasses yields
to my step.
With each stride, down-like seeds from the golden blades beneath me
take flight.

From a distance a dog barks, echoing back to me.

Now before me the thicket stands.
Into the woods I cautiously trespass.
A haunting whisper of wind casts a spell.

Blinded by the gloom, I stop.
Something's lurking within for
the odor of musk I perceive. As I advance, a faint touch to my shoulder I feel.
Should I continue or should I run and take leave?
I find courage and persevere...deeper into the forest I know so well.
Convincingly I say to myself
"You know this wood, you've been here before.
A hundred times, at least".

Farther I go forward, heart racing inside.
That touch to my shoulder....imagination or real?
In the pitchy surroundings there's a snap of a dried twig behind me.
I twirl around, gulping breath as I find focus.
Through the darkened skeletal branches red, firey, eyes
are piercing my now chilled flesh.

With undescribable fright, I scream! I close my eyes and
hide them from further viewing with my clenched fists.
Again, in haste, I find my footing. I swivel to my left, running.
As I run away, low pine branches scratch and cut my face.
I breathlessly try to leave before I am captured. I glance
over my shoulder. The malevolent eyes...they've vanished!

A hidden rock jutting from the dried pine needles and fallen leaves
trips me. I fall to the damp odorous forest floor.
The fragrance of musty,
decaying grasses and leaves permeates, entering my every pore.
From fright, I don't know, but I lose consciousness,
laying nearly face down on the ground.
Then, for maybe what was hour, or just minutes, I am awakened!
A damp warm cloth is wiping across my scored face, bringing me back to reality.
Slowly opening my eyes, I see through the haze a white creature, with eyes
reflecting red from the night's dim light at my face! As I labor to rise,
the leaves and dried twigs have a muted sound now, and I watch it run from me.
My muddled senses and quiet thudding of hoofbeats tell me it is a horse....white, and ghostly!

As I find balance, I once again hurriedly
try to escape the heavy and dangerous canopy from above.
I look up for an assurance of the moonlight to guide me.
The glow of the autumn moon is faint. The color of a ripe pumpkin.
A brisk gust of wind hums through the boughs and I am startled.
I feel deep regret of such a venture on such a night.
I pick up my pace, glancing down to the ground.
My bare feet are streaked with small cuts and covered with my own dried blood.
Leaving this retched place, going back home to its warmth would be oh so good.

I continue, inhaling and exhaling with a little more ease with each step out.
Every sound I hear is magnified in my horror.
At one point, I caught myself thinking...this forest, I don't recall
it being so deep, so vast.
I must leave this wood, get out in the wheat fields, and do it now...
get out...and get out fast!

Minutes pass like hours!
Moonrays from the orange orb overhead grow darker.
The witching hour is near.
Feeling lost and quite abandoned, I cut through the trees
at a fork in the forest's growth.
Movement of the branches stop...no breeze!
Searching for the way, stillness becomes deafening.

I sit on a jagged stump of a fallen oak. Aching. Tears of exhaustion and
anxieties drop from my eyes onto my muddied chiffon.

From behind me, deeper into the darkness, I hear a spine chilling scream .
No where to go, but run! Run as fast as my achy legs and bloodied feet can
carry me. Out from this terror!
As I run, the woods become blacker. Mist begins to fall around me. Dampness.
I was a lost soul.
I knew not where I was.

Then, voices I hear. Happy voices!
Not far from me.
Again I stand and listen. Yes! I hear them,
just over the hill, somewhere near me.
I step up my cantor and traipse on.
Finally, a clearing in the wood.

The fog of the night, surrounds my soul as I leave
the darkness of the forest.
Listening through the misty grayness of night
the voices again come to my ear.
With each step, laughter & sounds grow clearer and more distinct.
I must be near town, at last heading to the party!

THE DRAMATIC CONCLUSION...


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