The Way Through The Woods

Hi the name is Henry George Jr. The tale that I am about to tell is what happened to me on the night of Halloween 2003 on my journey home from work.

Like always I would finish work at six thirty on a Friday night, but this Friday I decided to do some over time. I didn’t really need the money because my father was well off, but I liked to keep on top of the paper work. I eventually finished work at about eleven o’clock and then set off home. I was really exhausted, so I was determined to arrive home quickly. There was no moon, just a solid slab of grey fog that stretched as far as I could see, so it was extremely difficult to see where I was walking. Luckily, there was a street lamp up ahead that gave the slightest bit of light. I saw a path that could barely be seen leading into an endless fog, and very stupidly I took it thinking it may be a shortcut. I continued to walk that path, stepping on what seemed to be crunchy leaves-it gradually led me into an area where the fog shimmered over bent straggly trees, it was a wood. I walked for quite a distance finding no other exit, just more fog and I could see that the path continued to lead me deeper and deeper into the woods. I then came to the conclusion, “I WAS LOST!”

As I stood alone in this deserted area, I had the feeling that I was being closely watched because I saw glimpses of what I thought were animals eyes. Thinking these creatures may attack me; I began to walk faster and faster eventually breaking into a run. I slowed down when I heard a horrific scream that echoed loudly in the sky.

I followed the sound let off by the scream, I ran up and down constantly yet I could not see anyone.

“Was it a ghost?” I thought to myself.

“No there’s no such things ...

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I followed the sound let off by the scream, I ran up and down constantly yet I could not see anyone.

“Was it a ghost?” I thought to myself.

“No there’s no such things as ghosts”, I thought again.

I continued to walk through the woods looking and listening more carefully than ever, knowing that something wasn’t right. As I approached the covered path again, I heard yet another scream but this time it seemed to be at the end of the path. Again I broke into a sprint to see what the problem was, I approached the area where the scream had come from and to my surprise there was a young woman standing there. She was in her mid twenties, she wore a long dress white dress, her face was fairly pale and was twisted into a shocked expression, her eyes were a beautiful turquoise colour and her hair blonde, which was rapped up in a bun.

She was standing there staring into the great depths of the fog as if there was something to be seen. I whispered trying not to frighten her.

“What are you looking at?” She raised her left hand and pointed, in that instance a black horse came cantering furiously out from beyond the fog dragging a horse drawn carriage. All of sudden there was a loud bang and the horse was shot dead. The carriage toppled over and over again, it must of rolled over about four times causing each one of the wheels to break off their axes. Eventually the carriage hit the floor with a thud.

The door flung open at once and a lady climbed out. She was roughly about forty years old, she wore a long dress that was yellow but now was covered in blood, she wore what seemed to me as diamonds around her neck, she had bright blue eyes and blonde hair that was tied up in a bun, she looked just like the young woman who was standing beside me. A gentleman closely followed her, he too looked about forty years old although you could not tell because of the wounds on his face. He wore a long coat with a black suit, his hair was jet black and was combed back, his face was pale, he had eyes that were hazel and also had a large moustache that was curled. Most unexpectedly, there were another two gunshots and the man his wife both fell off the carriage crashing to the floor, where they lay helplessly in a pool of blood. In that sudden moment the girl let a horrifying scream and began to weep.

A man came out from behind the fog holding a black glistening revolver, he was about average height, and he wore a black suit with a black shirt and tie. He wore a black mask, which he took off revealing his hair, which was black and shaggy. He was cleanly shaven and had hazel eyes. He had an evil smirk clearly marked upon his face. As soon as I saw him I recognized him, his name was Henry George, he was my father. All the blood rushed to my head causing it to feel as though it was about explode any minute, having to witness the death of my grand parents and to make matters worse it was my father who murdered them. In a deep voice he shouted aloud the words “IM RICH”. He walked to the woman and snatched the diamond necklace from around her neck and ran down the path eventually disappearing into the thick fog.

I then turned to the young woman who was still crying, she said,

“ Those were my parents Howard and Victoria George they had no reason to die at all. The man who killed them was my evil greedy brother Henry George all he ever wanted was to be in control, that is the reason for the death of my beloved parents”. That moment she finished everything vanished leaving me alone in the thick fog again.

It kept going over and over in my head that my father was a murderer, he murdered my grand parents for their money and possessions, I was the son of a murderer! I wasn’t concentrating where I was walking and I tripped on a crooked root that was sticking up, I fell and bumped my head on rock. I awoke minutes later but I was not in the wood but in my bedroom at home and my head was seriously aching,

“It must have been a dream”, I thought. I went downstairs to get some medicine for my headache. Seen as though my head was throbbing so much I knew that I could not fall asleep again so I decided to sit and watch the television. As soon as I flicked the television on a picture was revealed of a man who was wanted for the murder of his parents, the man was my FATHER!