Thursday, June 01, 2006
A twig snapped beneath my feet breaking the silence. I gasped. I mumbled a quick prayer that I would leave this place in one piece. I glanced furtively behind me at the dirt track that I had left. I quickened my steps. My feet were killing me as though a bullet had pierced through the soft spot on my heel. I wiped the bits of perspiration which had formed on my forehead. I suddenly felt a sting on my feet. I uttered a helpless yelp. Turmoil bubbled through me, instantaneously forgetting my fear for darkness. Liz and her bunch of posse had tricked me into this death trap. To save my ego from being scarred, I had to confront my fears. Unfortunately, my vexed feeling lasted only a second. The forest looked friendlier under the rays of sunlight. By night, it was eerie. A wraith was probably lurking behind these branches, ready to pounce on unsuspected victims.
I heard the rustle of leaves which made me break into cold sweat. It was pitched dark. I could hardly see my hand which was held in front of me, groping at things to keep a steady balance. The sudden gust of cold wind sent shudders through my frail body. I hastily withdrew my hand into my pockets. I focused my eyes on my feet, ensuring my steps. Paranoia swept through me. A series of death scene flashed through my mind. It all ended me in an inevitable, excruciating death. My heart was palpitating so hard I could hear it thumping wildly against my ribcage. I could not pluck up enough courage to look ahead, fearing something morbid might just conjure. I tried to focus my mind on being mad at my supposed friends but it kept diverting to horrifying movies and shows I had watched. Particularly, Blair Witch Project which had also taken place in a forest.
Ahead of me, I could hear frenzied hustle of footsteps. Fear gripped me by the throat. A white figure was insight looking still and lifeless. The appalling shows that I had watched told me otherwise. My feet were welded to the ground, paralyzed of any defence. I felt eyes scrutinizing me. I debated with myself whether to retrace my steps or move ahead. Unfortunately, the figure had made the choice for me. It had instantaneously teleported within my reach. I startled a yell which could have woken up the whole animal kingdom. I felt cold steady breaths streaming down my neck. My hair was standing on its ends. I dare not turn around, fear of being face-to-face with a repulsive creature and greeted with the kiss of death. In the next fraction of a second, I was knocked unconscious.
What followed after I regained my consciousness were people fussing over me. I could sense concern and guilt in their voices as they kept apologizing profusely. Although the earth seemed like it was spinning quickly this second, it did not take Sherlock Holmes to make me realize it was a nasty prank. I was feeling very lethargic after that goose-pimple inducing incident. Lucky for the campers, they were spared from my heinous wrath.
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