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Horror Trail For Elaine George
Best friends, young carefree girls are walking down a dark, isolated eerie path, alone on a cool fall night. Owls screech, hearts skip a beat, time creeps and beast are howl, howl, howling. Senses heightened...night sounds roaring through my mind. Is it real or my imagination? Unknown foot steps slowly approaching over the dark hill, hearts beat, beat, beating erratic rhythm in my ears. Little legs frozen with fear, foot steps louder now, closer...approaching. Step, step, stepping over the dark trail. No help in sight...Girls scatter and hide in the dense forest while an apparition passes down the trail with a green, cloud, halo, hovering over head. I feel a chill down my spine, a musky pungent odor rises in my nostrils as the ghoul passes. Quietly I hide behind a tree, breath caught in my throat, unable to speak or yell. Suddenly an icy hand touches my face and fear gives strength to my legs and away into the night... run, run, running straight into the safety of the family bonfire. Friends safe, fear forgotten. For Elaine George's contest tell me a story-narrative
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