Finish the story begins with: “Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”
Not knowing what to expect he made his way into the dark of the forest. He listened and then kept on stumbling over twigs and leaves. He felt so tired.
“Where are they? What do they want from me?”
Questions milling in his mind. He kept on moving. The forest grew denser and darker.
Suddenly he stopped.
“What was that? Where are they?”
Nothing, only his breathing. In, out, in, out. He kept his breath, there it was again. A very light thumb, thumb. It was coming closer and closer. He stood still waiting for the worst.
“Ha, got you!” came the familiar voice of his brother: “You can’t escape me. I was just joking. There are no monsters in the forest.” What a relief!
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