Darkness consumed Steve, as he waited patiently for his friend to turn-up.
Where was he?
Earlier that day his friend had promised him he would be there.
So Steve being the loyal friend he was waited.
But now night time was consuming everything as the trees around him became more shadowy, eerie.
"Please hurry," he said somewhat scared.
He could see a little path venturing deeper inbetween the tall trees, going further into the forest.
But he had never ventured that far before.
At school there were stories of the forest harbouring ghosts and murderers.
Were they true?
Did he have the balls to go further into the haunted forest and prove there theories wrong.
He was not sure as he cowered under tree growth shivering a little from the night frost.
The time was now eight thirteen, his friend was supposed to be at this destination dead on eight.
"Hurry," he whispered, slight breath escaping from his mouth.
BANG....BANG....BANG.
Steve jumped out of his skin, hitiing his head on the thick branch of the tree.
"What was that," he shouted.
Then realising he should not of shouted, not knowing what the noise was he cowered back down in the forests undergrowth.
His little heart was beating like a wild animal, fear of being caught and exposed.
The banging could not be heard any longer, but what were the reason behind it?
A line of frosty grass rubbed his face making it itch.
He removed the grass by tearing it.
A twig snapped in the near-distance.
He put his little hands over his mouth so his breathing could not be detected.
Then sat there silent.
Another twig broke as it made that annoying noise.
Whoever this was they were getting closer.
"Steve it's me."
Steve was so relieved as he realised his friend was finally here, maybe he was scared of the dark forest also, that is why he were calling out.
He got up from his crouching position and faced the direction of his mate's voice.
His friend stood there staring at him with open eyes, fearful eyes.
And that is when Steve noticed the hand around his friend's neck, and the shadow of someone tall standing behind him.
Steve quivered with fear.
Was it a fearful ghost or even worse an evil murderer that liked killing children.
But maybe his imagination was creating this disturbing thought?
"Steve it is time to come home," the taller figure said suddenly.
He then realised it was his dad.
"Daddy I was so scared, I thought you were an evil ghost or something," Steve shouted relieved.
"You are a bad boy Steve, come on lets go," his dad said sternly, " You should know it is too late to be out on your own."
All three left the darkened forest for the safety of home.
As Steve looked back towards the huge forest he noticed a woman smiling at him as she stood inbetween the woodland trees.
Her face was a ghostly pale and she wore a white gown which hung over her shoes.
She then vanished into thin air.
That is when Steve realised ghosts did inhabit the forest after all.
The End