Inspired by Samhain / Halloween, and the fact that I’m reading the spooky The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, I thought I would try my hand at a spooky tale of my own for this weekend’s writing prompt…
The Wrong Way Home
Night was falling fast in the forest. Soon it would be dark. I shuddered, gazing up at the waymarker.
There was something strange about the arrow on the signpost. I was sure I had seen it before, only it was pointing the other way.
I was tired, I told myself. That’s all. I wasn’t going round in circles, and there certainly wasn’t someone hiding behind the trees, changing the signs.
I took the left fork which said, “Town – 3 Miles”, and went on my way. A little while later, by the light of the full moon, I read the next sign, pointing to the right. “Town – 3 Miles.”
The forest was unnaturally silent. Suddenly I felt scared.
The bushes rustled. I heard a rasping sigh.
‘Home is this way,’ a voice said from out of the darkness.