The Woods

Sally and her dog, go for a walk every morning in the woods right next to her house. 

 Her dog was loving and always wagged his tail wherever he went. 

 Except for when he was in the middle of the wood. 
In the middle there was a small clearing with a big oak tree. 

 On the tree was a weird ancient symbol.

  Every time he got to the oak, he would raise his hackles and start spinning around and around. 

 One foggy and cold morning Sally decided to go on her own to investigate. As she neared the clearing, she became more and more aware that something was behind her. The cracking of twigs and the sound of footsteps that didn’t match the rhythm of hers were getting louder and louder.

  She turned. She froze. 

 A blood curdling scream later and she was never heard of again. 

 The dog would never go near the wood again. A weird looking symbol appeared on his left ear.

Hannah
Year 9

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