(10) A Chilling Discovery

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I was racing down the twirling pathway of the road, pop music blaring in my new Mini I had received excitedly for my birthday, with the driver's window wide open. My arm dangled out the side, brushing freely against the cool, pine tree and wild flower smelling air.

The song that was playing started to become static in the background, a sign that I was getting closer to my Grandma's large, isolated cabin out in the woods. Her house was beautiful, wrapped tightly with tall stretching evergreen trees and nestled in front with hand-cut rose bushes and wild berries around the gravel driveway. Her backyard was always filled with colorful plants year round; ripe tomatoes, juice strawberries, watermelon, pumpkins, blueberries, lettuce, and herbs she was yet to tell me the name of.

Because my Grandmother was younger than others, and practically raised her younger sisters growing up, she insisted on doing everything herself--one of the reasons she decided to live on her own and not with my family. Grandma use to go to church with us every Sunday, that is, until she began to tell stories to our family friends, stories that I thought would cease as I grew older. She was her own person, wearing hand-made jewelry and clothing that she found materials for at a local market, even though she had the . But she was strange at that, walking to her own beat. The reason she stopped visiting so often was because of the stories she would tell. They were of Gypsies, monsters of the woods-- our towns woods to be specific--that were marked with permanent drawings and etchings that nobody could really explain.

My Grandma had professionally been an explorer, assigned to dig in depth of these strange depictions. She had already been aware of the woods and it's mysteries, since she was born and raised into a family of adventure, hunting, and camping. One day, while she was hiking, she told me a story how she became lost--something that never happened to my Grandma. Ahead of her was a light, which she followed through the blinding heat of the humidity-licked forest. To her awe, she stumbled upon a cave, lit by an unknown source. Maybe was too blinded by the fairytales she had told me to overturn the reality that the pictures on the cave she had discovered were just drawings, not forthcomings, but the point of the matter was, she became obsessed with the source of the pictures. Without water or food, she studied those cave drawings the entire night with just a flashlight and a portable camera. She mapped down the cave and returned the next day, and the next. She actually dedicated most of her life to the cave according to her, that is, until she became pregnant with my Mother.

One time she had told me jokingly that she was content with living alone in the middle of the woods because she only had Mother Nature to deal with, not Church lovers who were narrow minded when it came to possible truths of the Gypsies. I laughed it off although I was just as concerned of my Grandma's sanity as everyone else. Heck, I couldn't even remember half of her bizarre stories off hand.

Now I wanted to know everything about them.

My Mini shook back and forth as it's tires hit the small rocks of an all-too-familiar drive way and my heart began to patter slightly. I cut the engine after I parked behind my Grandma's Jeep and sighed shakily getting out of the car. The woods around my Grandma's house were always intimidating to me, even as a child.

They were even more intimidating knowing he had to be somewhere in it.

I had climbed only a few wooden steps to the front of her house, observing her many potted plants at the entrance, when suddenly, the front screen door swung open, allowing a middle-aged shadowed black cat to leap out and rub against me.

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