The forest a short story

Day 1 Life is good down at windy way, it's just me, if you don't count my maid, Mary, in my little cottage. It is surrounded by deep thick forest for miles. My garden is full of the most lush red roses and beautiful herbs that are made into soups for me. My house is like something from a fairy tale ... but even the most wonderful of things die and crumble eventually. Mary is my maid and the only person i can talk to, mainly because it's just the two of us. My mum died when i was just a couple of months old and long after my dad left me. 'He said ye bad luck," Mary always says. The forest that surrounds my house is gloomy and miserable. Mary tells me not to go past the garden because who knows what lucks in the shadows of it. But there is just something about these woods that doesn't seem right. Like one time, I was minding my own business planting seeds in the garden when, through the foliage of the trees, I could almost make out the sound of children playing.and im not curtain but out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a child's figure standing, looking at me. His eyes were dark and empty, but then they all disappeared. When I went to tell Mary about it, she said that it was just my illness that was making me like this. Mary said I had developed a condition called schizophrenia, but i don't know what it is. Mary refused to tell me, that I would just get scared. I inside my house. The walls are made of stone and wood for the roof topped with straw. My room has a single bed in the corner and a bedside table with a lamp and what Mary calls medicine. The window is small but overlooks the forest and the dark clouds that nest above... ugg that sound again... anyway, the floor is made of OK and everything else is a boring grey. It smells damp and musty, but I only notice it a little, probably because I'm used to it. Day 2 Hello again book, today I asked Mary if we could go visit a town but she, as usual, said NO, but you can't blame me for trying. Honestly, she acts more like a mother than a maid. I'm sick and tired of being treated like a fragile baby. Today I also found something. I was in my room when I saw a loose floor board, so I picked it up and laid it next to me. That was when I saw a very strange sight: diaries. But they weren't mine. I started reading them. As I read, I found out they belonged to young boys and girls who were having the same issues as me, but they all ended the same way. They went into the forest. This just makes me even more curious about what is in those woods. Day 3 Something very strange happened, but as usual, Mary didn't believe me. I was in the garden admiring the scenery when I heard something: voices, singing. It went like this: Wolves asleep admist the trees Bats all a-sawing in the breeze But one soul lies anxious and wide awake. Fearing all manner of Gouls, hags & wraiths For your dolly Polly sleep has flown. Don't you dare let her tremble alone For the witcher heartless and cold Paid in coin of gold He comes, he'll go leave naught behind But his heartache will never die. I was frozen. Stuck i time. The song was replayed in my head. Then I stopped and life carried on as if nothing had ever happened. After coming to my senses, I ran wailing to my bedroom, trembling. Mary, I think, heard me because she barged in and looked utterly concerned and called the doctor. Day 4 The doctor said that my condition is getting worse and i should stay in bed and not leave for a while. He also told Mary that he would make regular visits to check up on me, but I don't think he would come back. I wouldn't. I feel fine, but my head is spinning with thoughts. One day I will venture into the woods to see what's going on. But for now I will stay put. Day 10 I feel... strange, the voices are getting louder, and I'm seeing things I cant explain. Mary is getting more and more worried every day. I feel alone...scared... isolated. There's nothing I can do but wait... wait for my fate to be reviled and end. Day 20 Mary has left me. I am alone. Just me, my cottage and them. My hands are trembling as I write. I'm going. Today is the day. I have nothing to lose. I step out of my house and into the garden. My pale bare feet brush against the prickly grass. Then I'm facing the forest, ready to see what lies ahead. Then I stepped in the woods. Day 21 Hush now, the night is awake, Shadows crawl where dreams will break, Something hums beneath the floor, Calling softly, "Just one more…" Whisper me home, whisper me near, Sing me the song no one should hear, Under your breath, under your skin, Let the dark take you in. Windows grin with crooked teeth, Stars fall dead in the world beneath, Hands that reach but never show, Pull you where the lost things go. Whisper me home, whisper me near, I’m still here, I’m still here… Under your breath, under your skin, You let the dark… …take me in...