Do You Not Feel the Fear Here

Carrie thought the forest had an ominous feel. The shadows frightened her; she expected to be accosted. Her cousin Sheila was humming a tune, skipping, chatting. Don’t you feel the fear here? Carrrie asked. Sheila stopped to listen, tried to sense something. A being, a spirit, a fragrance, a noise. She heard nothing, smelled nothing. All I feel is joy, she told Carrie. This is my happy place.