From My Writer’s Notebook: Dread

There you are walking through the woods. Maybe you shouldn’t have strayed away from the path for that ‘waterfall’. You should probably go back. But you’ve already come so far already.

A few minutes have passed, shouldn’t you have heard water by now? The trees are sending twisted shadows on the ground, the path disappeared a long way back. The trunks grow close together practically suffocating you. The sun has disappeared behind the canopy of leaves where’s the path? Oh no, you lost it, you stupid person, and now you’re going to pay for it.

Turn around. Look. I dare you.

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