My name is Narcissa, and I’m a 15 year old, dark blond haired, blue eyed, freckle faced girl. And today I had just moved into my new house. It’s located in the suburbs of Maine. About five blocks away from the complex in which I now live, there is a park, which I intend to send most of my days. I love the woods. When I was little, the closest thing I had to a forest in Arizona was the large tree that was on our two acre piece of land. I remember building a tree fort at the age of 5 with my dad. It was my domain, and I never left it. But now that we have moved for my parent’s job offers, I know will have an entire forest to explore. I am really looking forwards to that.
I sighed as I put my hair up into a ponytail and looked out the window at the moving truck pulling into the driveway. I turned back around and faced my empty bedroom. There was a small closet opposite of me, the door was closed. The floor of my room was cream colored carpet and the walls and ceiling color was a dull grey. But other than the small backpack that I had put on the ground, the room was completely empty. Not one single piece of furniture was in it. All that meant for my mother was to go shopping, which I, personally, hate. So leaving that dreaded thought in my mind, I headed down stairs to help my parents unpack the boxes the movers were now bringing in.
“So, Cissa,” said my mother absent mindedly as she saw me coming down. “Do you like your room?” I shrugged slightly at her and answered.
“Its fine, I guess. But I’m going to spend most of my time at the park, you know, the one we passed on the way here?”
“Oh, yes.” She said as her mind was obviously somewhere else. It was time to take action. I smiled innocently.
“Mom, do you think I could unpack later and go check the park out then?”
“Uh, sure honey, go ahead.” Yes, goal accomplished! I smiled again and gave her a hug.
“Thank you. I’ll be back before twelve ‘a clock.” She nodded as I went to the front door, put on my black converses and left out into the cool breeze of September, pulling up my zipper of my grey sweater.
This is the type of thing I enjoy, being outside on perfect days such as this. Not too hot and not too cold, just was perfect. I paced quickly to the complex’s road end where it crossed the main street. I half ran to the park from there.
It was eight-thirty and the lamp post lit the park dimly. I walked along the path. There was a dead end where a gate was shut. I read the old sign that hung from it. It was written in dark red paint on the tinged, creamy white sign.
Danger
No Entry
I looked up beyond the gate to see the heavily vegetated forested the real, untouched woods. A strange light came from around the entire wooded area. I followed the fence for a good five miles north, and it didn’t end where the park was ending. I turned around and saw a woman in her fifties or so walking to what seemed to be home. I ran after her.
“Excuse me ma’am,” she looked at me. “I’m new to this area, and I was wondering why there’s a fence around the trees over there. Surely it can’t go around the entire forest.” Her happy expression turned cold as she became jumpy.
“If I where you, I would stay away from those woods.” I looked at her. “That fence does go around the entire forest, and it has every since the town was settled here over hundreds of years ago. Now you best as well as me be on your way. And stay away from them trees, there haunted!” she turned briskly and went off, not to look back as I stood there in question still. I mean, I can’t be that bad, there was no such thing as haunted things. So, me, being the girl that I was, turned back and went back to the fence. I examined it for a moment or two, and then climbed over the six foot barrier between me and my new habitat.
It was like I had walked through a wall of ice when I crossed over the fence. I pulled my sweater closer around my body as I looked back at the park I had left. I pressed forward, taking notice that as I went deeper in to woods the trees became wider and grew taller. I also saw that there were no signs of any animals in plain sight.
Thirty minutes passed as I took my little walk. It was then that I saw something. And it saw me as well, because it was carefully examining me as I was in return. It gracefully headed towards me. And when there were no more than a few feet in front of me I looked into its gentle and calm eyes. I wasn’t scared. To be more precise, I didn’t know how to react.