Story by Heather
I was alone in the woods. A timber path lay in front of me; a golden carpet of leaves awaited someone’s arrival. I walked on and, as I moved, a crunching sound filled the all-but silent air. The birds were singing; the trees were whispering mysteriously yet, as I tried to listen in, they became quiet. A small lake filled the space beside me and, as I peered at it cautiously, something looked straight at me. From what I could see, it was not my reflection. It started to disappear. I put my hand forward and felt nothing but cold icy water.