Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26893881-20150807012746

 17th October 1895

“I think there are angels in the woods, Rob…” My 10-year old brother said overcome with enthusiasm this morning.

I then said, “There are no angels here in Chapel Hill; they live in Heaven, Edward.”

He then preceded with excitement riddling his speech, “I-I saw something bright and magical coming from the woods next to our farm.”

“It was just a dream.” I responded in a gentle, yet adamant tone.

 18th October 1895

After finishing my work and as I was locking the barn up. I then noticed in the distance a very strange glow in the woods wiggling its way through the trees. I thought at first that it could just be hunters, yet it was a large unfamiliar colour, unlike anything I had seen before and so I was intrigued.

I decided to go and determine what the odd glow was, so I began marching through the marshy leaf-filled woodland surface. While exploring the pitch-black darkness of the woods; I noticed that there was also a very bizarre humming sound. As the light got larger and larger and the humming sound got louder. My curiosity got the better of me and I began to run towards the source of light.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I abruptly stopped and saw a dark mysterious figure roaming around aimlessly in front of the loud illuminated light source. I covertly snuck up closer and tried to determine whatever it was. Once I could make it out my investigation came to a shockingly frightening conclusion.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Standing ten feet away from me was a creature like no other; it was eight feet tall, with an elongated skull. It also had giant deep black almond eyes, with blood red-skin and razor-sharp claws that looked like they could pierce one’s skin with just a gentle poke. The loud humming light source it was standing in front of seemed to be a very large sophisticatedly-engineered metallic vehicle of some kind which was hovering a foot off the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I stood and watched it for about a minute or two and I thought to myself that this is no being of earthly origin. I was completely paralysed by fear and as my uncontrollable nerves began running up and down my anxiety soaked body. I suddenly dropped to the ground and fainted.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#222222;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">19th October 1895

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I woke up the next morning riddled with complete confusion and surprise. I went to look at the spot where the strange entity and vehicle stood; I noticed that the very spot was dry and completely clear of leaves and twigs. While everywhere else around the woodland area was damp and covered in foliage.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">I made it home and informed my father about the strange event the night before. My father looked up at me with a concerned look on his face and responded by saying, “Robert, you’ve been working too hard. I’ll work today while you get some rest, son.” I went to bed that night with nothing but that repulsive-looking creature permanently tattooed in my mind.

<p class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#222222;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">20th October 1895

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:#222222; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">As I woke up the next morning, I noticed my father had left his chores half way finished and I saw that the barn was open as well. Concerned, I hunted high and low throughout the farm and shouted myself hoarse, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked for him outside and all I could find was his boot prints leading towards the woods… <ac_metadata title="Lights in the Woods"> </ac_metadata>