Walking through the woodsone crisp October morning,I spotted the shackmy kin had built long agotucked away among the trees.No one had lived herein quite some time, but somethingstruck me as odd soand I headed toward the shackas quietly as I could.Leaves crunched under footregardless of how slowlyI walked. I must havesounded like an army, butI heard another foot crunch.I whipped around, scaredsomeone was following me,but there was no one.I covered the last leaflessyards silently, my pulse racing.I peered cautiouslyaround the shack and nearlyscreamed at the horrorbefore me. Encased in bags,humans were camping out back.
Walking through the woods
ReplyDeleteone crisp October morning,
I spotted the shack
my kin had built long ago
tucked away among the trees.
No one had lived here
in quite some time, but something
struck me as odd so
and I headed toward the shack
as quietly as I could.
Leaves crunched under foot
regardless of how slowly
I walked. I must have
sounded like an army, but
I heard another foot crunch.
I whipped around, scared
someone was following me,
but there was no one.
I covered the last leafless
yards silently, my pulse racing.
I peered cautiously
around the shack and nearly
screamed at the horror
before me. Encased in bags,
humans were camping out back.