THE MAN OF THE FOREST
I gasped loudly at the light presence I felt at my shoulder. Spinning round, I noticed there was nothing there, except for a pair of small footprints where someone had been standing just seconds ago. My flashlight blurred and flickered as I gazed into the maze of trees surrounding me. I heard a small choked screech just yards away from my current position, as this made contact with my ears, I had to crouch down and clamp my hands over my ears to fight away the urge to run. I lightly walked towards it cautiously. A now limp but still warm body came into the view created by my torch, but the moonlight illuminated it with a ghostly glow, it was my friend. Seeing this made a shriek climb up my throat, protruding from my mouth, ringing into the forest. I ran back towards any form of civilization, scared for my life at this very moment. Crunching footsteps could be heard behind me, and as I increased my pace I took a sly glance, and what I saw shocked me into a desperate and numb gait. The distorted figure was right behind me.
“No more clients in the hallway Liam?” I asked, in sheer desperation; there had been no real cases in the past 3 months, and we were running out of cans on beans in the cupboard. “Sorry Steve but in think you already know the answer.” These were the exact same words I had been hearing every single day, and I couldn’t have been more shocked when a lone voice echoed down the hallway to my ears. “GET ME TO MR STEVE ANSELL IMEDIATELY!” A startled face on a small body abruptly appeared in the doorway, her golden brown eyes pinpointing me with fear blazing through them. I asked her to take a seat on our weary old armchair in the corner of the drab office. She slumped down, a grip like iron on the arms, words started pouring out of her mouth they all came together to form her tale. She was on her way home from a house party on the other side of the forest to her house, when she heard a scream and saw a dead body. She said how...