Thursday, July 27, 2017

#ThursThreads #amwriting #flashfiction

This is Week 275 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the this site #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Community on Google Plus.




This is my entry: 
Come into the woods, come into the woods.
The ghost story had begun with a young camper who was part of a group that had serious problems with the truth. What the hell happened? No one knew for sure but some say a young camper's curiosity had gotten the better of him. One night he heard a woman’s voice beckoning to him.
Help me. Help me.
He couldn’t refuse to help her. Her words were marked by shrieks and pleas. He left his cabin and followed a path that led to the beach. He knew he shouldn’t stray from the path. Camp counselors had reminded him of this over and over again. Beware of ghosts, they said. Seeing he had no choice, if he wanted to save the woman, he strayed off the path and entered the woods. After a while, he realized he was lost. He could no longer hear the woman’s voice. Shadow beasts were said to have found him and ravished his body. Insects sucked his blood only for them to later evolve and turn into the blood sucking mosquitoes that we have today. Many other campers throughout the years strayed off the path in their curiosity, despite this boy’s perilous fate. But they, too disappeared. Swarms of mosquitoes are here to remind campers to never stray from any path again.

@trincarl
224 words

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