The
Haunted Grove
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in the bus station.
I sort
of have an idea as to why I am in the bus station.
So, I
hop on the nearest bus, and I hope to get to work.
As the
bus pulls out of the station, I get a funny feeling.
When I
arrive at my destination, I realise that I am lost.
I find
myself in an old grove surrounded by dead trees.
Everywhere
I walk I hear the sounds of dark whispers.
My
heart races in my chest and I soon start running.
Thankfully,
my phone’s alarm goes off and I am saved.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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