Through the Eyes of a Child
Don't wander into the woods alone.
Part 1 - The accident
I was wandering around my house exploring the nooks and crannies of our old 19th century woodland log cabin. The house itself wasn't all that big, but the land was another thing, it was all together 32 acres. Within these acres where hills, broke down cars, sheds, and in the field there's a big ditch which me and my two friends Sam and Annie used as a club house. Above the club house there a maple tree with low hanging branches, and limbs that covers up the hole and keeps it partly dry. Then there are the woods, the enormous deathly woods. When I was five, my dad and I were hunting in these woods. We were stealthily walking along the trail when my dad put an arm in front of my chest, and told me to look behind the maple tree a couple yards away. There it was a beautiful deer standing behind the maple just standing there eating, all of a sudden everything became silent. The deer was surrounded by light from the heavens, but then it became dark when a wolf attacked the deer. The wolf attacked the deer furiously; blood splattered the trees around them.
Pieces of deer were flung every, the wolf suddenly took its attention off the deer and came towards us. Then wolf lunged at me, I could see the madness in its eyes. Right as the wolf was near enough bite me, my dad jumped at the wolf tackling it, they started to fight furiously. Then within minutes which went by like seconds, the wolf was on my dad ripping up his face. With quick fearful actions I grabbed the rifle that my dad dropped, and loaded it. I believe the wolf heard the click of chamber, which made the wolf, sprinted after me. I looked down the barrel of the gun and shot the wolf between the eyes. I looked in the wolf's endless white eyes, you could still see the madness in its eyes. The blood seeping from its head was as black as its soul. I stumbled over to my dad's lifeless, bloodstained body. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, and his skin turned as cold as ice. I dropped to my knees and buried my head into his bloody chest and started to cry.
As the shadows fell over the trees I drifted off into a deep sleep... I awoke in my bed, which for me that meant that it was all a dream. Then my mother rushed into the room holding me in her soft caring arms crying. She held my head to her shoulder which she always did to calm me and I wasn't even crying. I started to realize that it all wasn't a dream and broke down crying, the tears that I sheared drenching her peach scented hair. She asked me what happened so I told her the story which made her cry harder. All the pressure and sadness that was put on me that moment made me faint again. So by the time everything was done, the fact I witnessed my father's death, the crying, and the funeral, I fainted at least 10 times. Throughout the years even now I still live with the images of my lifeless father's bloodstained body, and the wolf's eyes of madness.
So I just sat there looking at the woods remembering the event that scarred my life. I was about to walk away when I heard voices, not just voices but the voice and words of my father. I quickly turned around and saw my father motioning me to follow him. So I ran after him, I lost track of where I've been and no longer could see the trail or my house with a bloody spots along its fur appeared from behind a large... God it was the same tree. The shadow fell along the trees eliminating every life source around. I scrunched up against a large maple tree drifting off to sleep, when I heard a low growling sound. Then a pure white wolf place, and the wolf had the same made eyes. The wolf came at me biting and trashing, he bit my shoulder, right when he did that I pushed him off and ran. I was stopped dead in my tracks by the pain coursing through my shoulder.
The stench of the blood dripping from my shoulder was unbearable, standing there gave the wolf time to lunge on my back and when he did he started biting my neck. I spun myself whacking the wolf against the tree, doing this I successfully knock him off, but the grip he had on my neck proved to be strong so when he went pieces of skin went to. God. The pain was unbearable, I could barley run, but when I heard the deep growling I just had to run so I just keep running, dodging twigs, fallen branches, tree limbs, and ignoring the unbearable pain coursing through my body. I finally saw my house so started to scream for my mom to bring the gun... within seconds she ran out with dad's old colt revolver, she immediately saw the wolf chasing me, loaded the gun and shot it. Finally it was dead; the wolf... the demon was dead. As I ran to mom I felt the life... Draining. From...
I was wandering around my house exploring the nooks and crannies of our old 19th century woodland log cabin. The house itself wasn't all that big, but the land was another thing, it was all together 32 acres. Within these acres where hills, broke down cars, sheds, and in the field there's a big ditch which me and my two friends Sam and Annie used as a club house. Above the club house there a maple tree with low hanging branches, and limbs that covers up the hole and keeps it partly dry. Then there are the woods, the enormous deathly woods. When I was five, my dad and I were hunting in these woods. We were stealthily walking along the trail when my dad put an arm in front of my chest, and told me to look behind the maple tree a couple yards away. There it was a beautiful deer standing behind the maple just standing there eating, all of a sudden everything became silent. The deer was surrounded by light from the heavens, but then it became dark when a wolf attacked the deer. The wolf attacked the deer furiously; blood splattered the trees around them.
Pieces of deer were flung every, the wolf suddenly took its attention off the deer and came towards us. Then wolf lunged at me, I could see the madness in its eyes. Right as the wolf was near enough bite me, my dad jumped at the wolf tackling it, they started to fight furiously. Then within minutes which went by like seconds, the wolf was on my dad ripping up his face. With quick fearful actions I grabbed the rifle that my dad dropped, and loaded it. I believe the wolf heard the click of chamber, which made the wolf, sprinted after me. I looked down the barrel of the gun and shot the wolf between the eyes. I looked in the wolf's endless white eyes, you could still see the madness in its eyes. The blood seeping from its head was as black as its soul. I stumbled over to my dad's lifeless, bloodstained body. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, and his skin turned as cold as ice. I dropped to my knees and buried my head into his bloody chest and started to cry.
As the shadows fell over the trees I drifted off into a deep sleep... I awoke in my bed, which for me that meant that it was all a dream. Then my mother rushed into the room holding me in her soft caring arms crying. She held my head to her shoulder which she always did to calm me and I wasn't even crying. I started to realize that it all wasn't a dream and broke down crying, the tears that I sheared drenching her peach scented hair. She asked me what happened so I told her the story which made her cry harder. All the pressure and sadness that was put on me that moment made me faint again. So by the time everything was done, the fact I witnessed my father's death, the crying, and the funeral, I fainted at least 10 times. Throughout the years even now I still live with the images of my lifeless father's bloodstained body, and the wolf's eyes of madness.
So I just sat there looking at the woods remembering the event that scarred my life. I was about to walk away when I heard voices, not just voices but the voice and words of my father. I quickly turned around and saw my father motioning me to follow him. So I ran after him, I lost track of where I've been and no longer could see the trail or my house with a bloody spots along its fur appeared from behind a large... God it was the same tree. The shadow fell along the trees eliminating every life source around. I scrunched up against a large maple tree drifting off to sleep, when I heard a low growling sound. Then a pure white wolf place, and the wolf had the same made eyes. The wolf came at me biting and trashing, he bit my shoulder, right when he did that I pushed him off and ran. I was stopped dead in my tracks by the pain coursing through my shoulder.
The stench of the blood dripping from my shoulder was unbearable, standing there gave the wolf time to lunge on my back and when he did he started biting my neck. I spun myself whacking the wolf against the tree, doing this I successfully knock him off, but the grip he had on my neck proved to be strong so when he went pieces of skin went to. God. The pain was unbearable, I could barley run, but when I heard the deep growling I just had to run so I just keep running, dodging twigs, fallen branches, tree limbs, and ignoring the unbearable pain coursing through my body. I finally saw my house so started to scream for my mom to bring the gun... within seconds she ran out with dad's old colt revolver, she immediately saw the wolf chasing me, loaded the gun and shot it. Finally it was dead; the wolf... the demon was dead. As I ran to mom I felt the life... Draining. From...
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