Ambushed

Behind my house, there are woods, some kind of strange and awesome group of old and big trees. Folks say there is the place where many people have mysteriously disappeared and never showed up again. They never spoke of murders, but if even they did, I would not believe one something like that, because the police, on the very searches took up by them, found no dead bodies.
I can’t explain why, but I’ve always felt this like fascinating interest on that woods. Maybe because they are different, or maybe because they were close to my house, I’ve always needed to protect them. Every night I went to my bedroom window, and I looked to the woods. It seemed there were more than trees on the shadows. The twilight showed many things that I could swear, as human black forms running through the ancient trees. One moment they were there, one second later there were just the trees shadows again.
Winter has arrived to town slowly, bringing soft rain and mist turning the ancient forest more fascinating than always. It was one of those days, when I decided to adventure myself through those woods. I was loving the experience, seeing the old trees too close hiding the grey clouds on the sky of the rainy day. The green leaves on the top of the trees dancing together with the music composed by the wind, and the yellow ones on the ground making noise by every step of my feet. It was like if I was totally free, with nothing to worry about.

But something took my freedom instantaneously. I was listening more than two steps. Paying more attention, I knew: two other people were following me. My mind started to work very fast, like a couple of thoughts at same time, making me more confused. And I risked look back. I saw two guys whom I ever saw in my life, looking at me. When I stopped walking, they stopped too. At first looking, they were no more than normal people were. But the strong facts of the situation, made me thought different. Scared, I payed attention to details. The eyes, of pure red, like if fresh blood was moving inside the eyes. And the pale skin, like snow. There was definitely something wrong. They couldn’t be normal. They couldn’t be human. I was finally convinced that they had followed me since I entered on the woods, and just half an hour I found out they were behind me. It made me remember the lion looking for food, walking in silence behind the lamb, and when the chance comes out, he attacks killing the weak one.
I was almost turning back to take my walk again, with hope to keep going without being interrupted when the strongest one called me by my name.
- Elena!
- How do you know my name? – I was in shock.
- You came to us freely. We did not call you here. You came by your own! You cannot go back! You choose to come here and feed us as a volunteer. You are not allowed to live among humans anymore!
- What are you talking about?

What happened next was so fast that I did not know what really happened. I felt very pain inside me, and then darkness.

Today I am dead living in the woods for the eternity, drinking blood and killing innocents.

Martinó - n4, 10E