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“The witch -- she get ya, girl!” they would whisper. “Steer you clear, Missy, of them woods!” But to the young and foolhardy like myself, such stern shaved warnings only serve as sweet jam upon the bread, and the temptation to see for myself what lurked in those deep dark woods came to beckon me in my waking hours and haunt me in my dreams. So early in the russian morning on a Saturday in early July, I amateur told my mother I was off for a walk to the old mill at the spring. “Oh Honey, are you sure?” she protested. “It’s such a long walk. You’ll be gone all day.” “Don’t worry, Mother,” I assured her. “I’ll be careful, and I’ve packed a lunch.” She gave me that crooked smile that said she didn’t approve, but knew better than to try to reason with me. “Well off you go then, you little scamp. Be back by dark though.” I grinned and assured her that I would, and set off the east along the dirt road at our gate. As I crested the hilltop I turned to wave to her as she looked after me from the porch. That seemed to satisfy her and she returned inside to her household chores. Determined, I then left the road and cut across country, short-cutting a path across the back-forty of Elmer’s wheat field. From there it didn’t take me long to near the woodlands of Westmoor. A path along Elmer’s farm ran straight towards the woods. At one time that path had been heavily travelled, serving as the main route through the forest. But now it had fallen into disuse, with weeds and undergrowth working at a seemingly unnatural pace to reclaim their turf. People these days just went around the woods, not straight through, the extra time and distance be dammed, thank-you-very-much. In the growing heat of the day I was glad for the light cotton sundress I had chosen for the trip. A drop of sweat formed on my chest and slid down between my firm cleavage as I worked my way through the grasping tangle of plant life reclaiming the path. I fanned myself with Hardcore my hand, looking forward to the shady tree line just ahead. I crossed from bright daylight into the gloom of the heavy tree canopy and a sudden chill ran up my spine as the sunlight was swallowed up. My nipples popped to rigid attention as a case of goose bumps shivered up my arms. It was teen the most eerie of feelings and I paused, unsure if I should continue. ##### Part 2 - All Dressed Up ##### I summoned my courage. I was here and I wasn’t turning back. I looked around. The path, strangely enough, had opened back up once I crossed into the woods. It appeared well travelled, or perhaps more accurately, well tended. Listening to the sounds around me, I heard the familiar noises of the forest, the chatter of birds and squirrels, the rustle of the breeze through the leaves. Not quite so haunted as one might have been led to believe. Everything seemed disappointingly normal, with the exception perhaps of myself. The initial chill of the shade had worn off and the forest now held a perfectly pleasant temperature. Friday I got out of my after school job at the usual time and was home by 6:15 PM, as I entered the house I called to mom telling her I was home and going to take a shower. russian She scrambled into position and as I presented a morsel of the bread opened her mouth for it. I can only get about four feet off my parent’s porch as the people are crowding up before two big linemen, one of them I have seen naked and wasn’t impressed, help part the mass shaved amateur of people and get me about five feet away. I was really enjoying the peace and quiet. The cousins didn’t even bother getting dressed, they just grabbed they clothes and quietly sneaked out to their tent while still naked. 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