You guys inspired me a bit! So many of you liked my little poetry piece I got a random idea to write! I’ve always loved writing short stories, but the problem is, I never finish them! I thought it could be fun to share random ideas that pop into my head with you on occasion. Maybe I’ll improve my way with words! Plus, I have some bad anxiety tonight probably from the stress of the day, so writing helps distract me. Thank you for your support<3
The sky was black. Darker than the depths of the well that lay deep in the forest. Why was Johnny headed there so late in the night? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t sleep that night. Nor had he slept much since discovering the well during his adventure a week ago.
His family had just moved from the busy life of the city to some boring hick town. There was still a few weeks until school and the town was a few miles walk in some odd direction. Johnny hated the dirt roads and masses of trees. There were bugs everywhere and he missed the rush of the cars in the middle of the night. The noises from the woods frightened him from his bedroom window. So why was he out in the forest now?
Something had disturbed his already restless sleep. Was it a laugh? It couldn’t be. There weren’t any houses nearby. But what creature out here could sound like a girls laughter? Hyenas only lived in Africa right?
Johnny had done a report on Hyenas once in the third grade. That seemed like such a long time ago now. He was finally thirteen years old. A teenager at last! His father had begun calling him a man and his mother even asking about girls. Like he could meet any cute girls out here. They all probably had missing teeth and braids. They wouldn’t be like the well dressed girls in the city. His friends back home had teased him once they found out he was moving to the rural areas far outside of their town. How was he supposed to fit in here?
In the dim light of the moon Johnny could just make out the grim outline of the well. Bricks were beginning to fall and crumble from the top layer as they were hardly supported from the worn down stones below them. He heard a faint plop as a piece must have reached the bottom. How far down did it go? Johnny stepped lightly to the well’s edge and peered cautiously over the side. The well reminded him of a movie his parents watched once. Johnny shivered.
“Don’t fall in.” Johnny fell backwards as he heard a giggle. His hands hit the ground with a thud into the dry grass. He stood quickly thrashing his head back and forth.
“Who’s there?” He managed to croak. Another tiny giggle broke the eerie silence as a small girl stepped out from behind a tree. Her hair was long and black and she wore a tattered white night gown. Her eyes shown green in the misty moon beams. Was she a ghost? No certainly not.
“I’m Annie.” The weird girl smiled taking quick prances towards Johnny. Johnny instinctively stepped backwards a few paces until a rock threw him off balance. Gravity took control. The well! Johnny panicked as he imagined himself falling forever into blackness.
A soft hand grabbed Johnny’s and pulled him back forward to his knees. He only had to look up slightly to meet eye to eye with the pale girl. Her gaze was serious as she mentioned again. “You don’t want to fall down there.”