The Devil of Boscombe Hill.
The view from the top of the hill was stunning. I could see light rays being reflected in all directions by a clear water river, which meandered across the landscape. I could see the zigzag pattern of hedgerows segmenting the land, while herds of cows and sheep grazed at the rich, juicy grass. Above my head was a picturesque sky streaked with reds and oranges like a warm open fire. I felt a warm breeze hit the back of my neck and the damp, softness of the ground that sat beneath my feet. As I stood at the top of the hill my mind cleared of all impurities and time seemed to stand still, it was heaven. As I took a deep breath of the country air the smell of wild flowers and a bonfire burning nearby inhabited my nose. I felt isolated on the hill, that’s one of the reasons I liked it. I looked up at the sky one more time to see that the sun was beginning to set. The sun turned a dull orange colour as it began to slowly disappear into the horizon. I decided it was time for me to head home, so I put on my hat and prepared for my slow decent.
As I wandered down the narrow pathway I noticed an old, faded footpath sign, which was pointing directly into a wood. I tried to read what it said but as most of the paint had eroded away, all I could read were the words “ Nashville road”, which to my surprise was the name of the rutted country lane I lived next to. As I hadn’t walked that route before, I made the swift decision to try it and see if it was more direct than my usual route. As I entered the dense wooded area I immediately noticed that all the noises became distorted as if I was wearing earphones. The light from sun almost completely disappeared and I was left with only my hearing, feeling and a small amount of vision to guide me through the dark, spooky woods. I walked for a few minutes and then noticed some shafts of light breaking through the tree canopy. But nothing prepared me for what I saw next. There were two enormous footprints with huge claw indents sticking deep into the soggy ground. These were too big to be dogs or even a wolves, this was something different. I came to the conclusion that it was probably a branch that had fallen and left a mark in the ground, either that or something unimaginably big. I didn’t want to ignore it, as it was very peculiar so I decided that I would carry on walking to my house and ring someone to come and have a look at it. I flung my scarf around my neck and carried on walking. Although I was now safely on my way home, my mind just couldn’t stop thinking about the strange marks and what might have caused them. I began to jog, keener now to get back home.
