4:46 a.m.
Its midday, Jake is on his way home from his friend’s house.
He always walks this way but he has never walked home this late. As he just
arrived at the entrance of the woods, this was the quickest way home but that
route was always the scariest. His granddad always told him never to walk
through the woods alone, in the day time. It was now 10:32pm. Jake used the
back of his phone to light the way but that only lit up very little.
Jake felt a little weird, like he was being watched. He was.
In the corner of his eye, he saw something. Something dark
and sinister. As he walked past the, a rough silhouette caught his attention.
He quickened his pace, he should’ve taken the long way around. His heart rate
increased, he began to run. Adrenaline filled his system and he just running
and running, he did not know where, just ran.
Jake took a moment to look around but it was too dark to gage
where exactly he was. No car noises no lights, just pure darkness engulfed him.
The moon was grew upon the dark misty sky like a haunting plague. The night was
growing but he was still walking around aimlessly to attempt to figure out a
familiar part of the forest.
His granddads voice replayed in his mind like a tape on loop,
he had wished he had listened to him. It’s been 10 minutes from seeing that
mysterious figure, he wanted to know what it was, and he was confused. Then, he saw what appeared to be a street
light glimmering in the distance, he quickly looked around and ran towards it,
he wasn’t being stuck in there on himself any longer.
He was right, I was a street light so he jumped over the
small wall separating the forest and the main road.
Jake finally reached his house after what seemed like a long
night, he walked and his mum was in the living room asleep, she had been
waiting for him to come in.
It was late and he didn’t want to wake her up to apologise,
so he thought he would just explain in the morning. As he slowly walked up
stairs he felt a sigh of relief, but one thing kept coming up on his mind, even
on the walk on the main road he was think he exactly did he see in the forest.
Jake laid in his bed and tried to sleep. But as he laid there looking up at his
ceiling, he grabbed his phone of charge and went on Google. He typed in the
name of the woods he walked though, Willow Bank. He scrolled down past all the
adverts and all the other things that wasn’t relevant, and stumbled across a
newspaper article in 1999. He pressed on it.
It opened up and what he saw made himself feel sick and disgusted.
On February 13th 1999
a 13 year old girl was walking by her dog in the middle of the day, when she
supposedly been kidnapped by a runway patient from the nearby mental health
hospital. She had been beaten to the point of death, then raped and left hidden
under the old rail way bridge that went through the south part of the forest.
All bloody and bruised, the little girl was found lying
lifeless and still. Eyes still open with no sign of life. As police
investigated, they discovered that her heart and kidneys were missing. After
months of investigation, the runaway was never seen again but the girl was
identified with a name of Annie Owens. She had just moved to the town from
Southend London with her father hoping for a better life.
As tried to go back to sleep again, he had visions. Visions
that replayed in his mind. It was her.
The little girl was there, stood in the forest. In the dark.
Her white dress stained with mud and blood. He couldn’t see her face in the
dream but it felt real. Like he was stood in front of her.
He woke.
Lifeless and still, he laid in his bed scared to move a
single inch. He felt like she was in his room, but he was just being silly he
thought. He raised his head, weary eyed, and he tried to work out the time,
4:46 am. Darkness engulfed the room, he wanted to look around to make sure
nothing was there. He took a quick glace around and saw nothing, so he thought
nothing of it and rested his head back on the pillow and as he laid there, he
sensation of which he was being watched ran through his mind. He looked again
She was there.
At the end of his bed.
A dark, lifeless silhouette, in a dark abyss.
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