Thursday 21 January 2016
ONCE
When I was little my mum and dad used to tell me stories before bed and I remember one story my dad told me the when he was little about 9 or 10 him and his friend were on their bikes riding through the woods, and suddenly heard a strange noise. They soon decided to follow were that noise came from and found out that a tree had completely fell down on a day that was really warm in the Summer, therefore they were very confused but decided to continue riding back home. On their way back they heard the noise again coming from infront but this time it was much louder and sounded much more creepier. They began to be scared and went Home as quickly as thier little legs could go, about five minutes before they got home they saw this floating white figure in the distance so they were very scared and went home! They never went back to that woodlands again.
The next day my dads mum was reading the news paper and she told me a kid and his dog were missing and were last seen by locals in the very same woods. He ended the story there.
This was a story I found a little creepy but cool, one thing I wave learnt from this was to never go to a woodlandS by my self!