“Is it really this long path?”
I asked. Stopping on my tracks right in front of a drawn smiley face on the road. I could see how the red chalk made it so contrast to the black asphalt. My teammates, on the other hand, were both in front and behind me, walking on a long path that seemed endless.
“How’s the map like again?” Evan asked our navigator, Mundo, who was the one holding the map.
“We were supposed to find a crossroad right in front of a bridge. Then turn to the left direction before going back again and go to the other one,” replied the baby-faced navigator who was wiping the sweat off his face.
“But is it supposed to be this long? I thought it was shorter on the map.” Feline inquired stopping at her tracks too.
“No. The teachers said that this map isn’t drawn to the right scale. So we can’t suppose it that way.”
“Then what’s with these red crosses we keep coming across? And these eerie smiley faces. They gave me creep.” I said while glancing at one of the said smiley faces and a red cross not far ahead of it.
“Maybe they’re someone’s pranks. C’mon, these are just smileys.” Kyle, my tallest companion, remarked while slapping my back. I trilled my lip at his hard hit.
“Fine. But, tell you what? I kinda feel that this is like one of those horror movies’ intros.” I replied as I continued moving with my teammates to our next destination of the outdoor challenge my school held.
White sad smiley.
I thought as I observed the drawings on the road while trying to figure out the patterns of them. And before I knew it, the road was inclining downwards, speeding my walk scientifically. The drawings were passing me at quicker pace and when I looked up, I found myself being in front of the line.
When I was finally able to distract myself with the tall shrubs and grasses, which grew along the pathway we took, and decided to shrug the thought about the drawings off, that feeling just struck me.
And I could definitely feel the cold air seeping through my jacket and into my skin then went freezing my bones.
‘But, wasn’t the sun up high there?’ I wondered as I, again, stopped on my tracks, looking at the blinding sun for a moment before looking back at my friends who seemed so tired and hot.
I then realised, that the more I thought about the cold, the colder it got. And that was when I saw the house.
Dark and dirty. And somehow, it felt as if it emanated an eerie aura.
Definitely was left empty and unattended by its previous tenant for years. Proved by the dying and withering sunflowers.
“Doesn’t it seem so woeful?” suddenly I heard someone talking right next to my right ear.
A/N : BAH! I’M STUCK I’M STUCK!!!! WRITER’S BLOCK IS JUST SO BADDDDDDD THAT I JUST WANT TO DIG A HOLE AND SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE THERE!!! AND THIS WAS FROM A MONTH AGO, TO BE HONEST!!!
I can’t even come up with any title.. *sobs in the corner*