Mama always told me to never stray away from the path that I was given. Especially, when
traveling through the great forest. But one sunny afternoon, I felt as if, something was
staring at me from afar, with large wicked eyes. These eyes pierced my back and made each
of my movements difficult. For the first time, I had stopped walking. Usually I rushed
along, my thoughts up in the clouds and my prayers with God that I made it safe to town
without being eaten by Spirits.
I noticed, that the birds, who were usually in full blown sing, had ceased. The eerie
silence had settled, causing the hair on my skin to stand. My cold hands clutched the
basket of fresh raspberry bread, Mama had baked for Grandma. The longer I stood there, the
faster my heart began to pound against my chest. Hesitantly, I took a look around.
Slightly swinging my head to the left and then to the right.
But when I turned my head to the left, there I felt the gaze. My thoughts became
jumbled- What was in the forest that was staring at me? Soon a rustling sound snatched the
noise in between my ears away, causing my mind to go blank. Curiosity took over my legs
and so I stepped. Getting closer to the forest than what I really should have.
The bushes began to rustle even more. And so I took a big breath in and took another
step into the forest. A surge of fear and excitement ran through my body. My Mamas words
echoed, "Never stray from your path." But did I take heed?