In Plain Sight: A Collection of Surreal Horror Stories

10. The Fence

There used to be a fence.

Just a chain-link fence. It separated our backyard from the neighbor's.

And the woods that stretched between both of us. Trees grown close together. Clusters.

You used to be able to see it.

Even with the trees in the way, blocking most of it, you'd have caught a glimpse. Rusty chains.

It was always there. Hidden. Obscured by green and brown.

You knew that it was there.

But now... well, it isn't gone. Just farther away.

You have to squint to see the dull metal, the fluttering leaves stuck in its links.

It's moving.