"The Village" by Alexandra U.

One night, I walked into the woods behind my house. I walked for hours, not knowing where I was going, I walked and walked. Until I came upon a sign, the sign read Beware: For when you enter you will never be the same. I was scared, but intrigued so I kept walking. I walked until I came upon an old village.

            The village was dark and grey. The willow trees surrounding the parish draped into the town and made it dark, cold, and musty. The town looked terrible; it looked like it had been there for centuries. The buildings were slanted, and the paint had vanished off the miniscule structures. As I walked through the parish I felt as f a thousand eyes watched my every move, so I walked into a small little bakery. The bakery looked worse than the town. The food was old, moldy, and was infested with bugs.

            An old woman stood in front of the counter. She was young, she looked new. She looked like she didn’t belong in a town so ugly. So I asked her for the best thing on their menu. She stared at me with glazed, whimsical eyes. When she finally answered, but it was an unusual answer, in fact she wasn’t even speaking a real language. All of a sudden the woman charged at me with a knife. I ran out of the bakery as fast as I could.

            Then the whole village was chasing after me. I stopped to catch my breath for only a second when a man grabbed my arm. He told me to leave and never come back; he told me that outsiders weren’t welcome. He let me go and I ran for my life. I ran out of the woods, into my house: locked all the doors and windows and packed my bags and left. I got in my car and drove away. In the surrounding woods I saw the villagers come through the woods and watch me leave. After that day I never looked back, I never returned and I never will. The last I heard the house was vacant. And the village was never seen by anyone ever again.