Oakfall Woods

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Occasionally people told stories of the woods.  Oak-fall woods.   Anything that touched its twisted walls belonged to the forest.   Belonged to hell.   The towering trees whispered to one another.   Secrets.   Secrets so cold so toxic so fearsome.  Things that only they knew.   Above them the purple clouds hung , dark bruises crying endless drops of tears , crying at what it sees.  Of course I didn't know what was locked up inside.  Nobody does.  Darkness? Monsters?                      You could only guess.  The grass surrounding Oak-fall grew in dark tangles , overgrown and un clipped.  Nobody goes near it. Nobody touches it , A rule we all had to obey.  The trees thrashed wildly in the howling wind.  Their ll come soon I thought.  And we'll all belong to hell.