Creative Writing: A Simple Place

Maggie had stood in the middle of a forest. It was dark and foggy, though not so much as that she couldn 't see, it just made her feel like she was in a dream. There was an old house that sat in the middle of a swamp. She had no idea where she was or why she was here. She wasn’t dreaming, was she? This felt much too real to be a dream, but there was so much about the whole situation that was unexplained. She stepped forward and felt a breeze hit her shoulder, shivering, she looked around again. This was how she decided that there was no way that this could have been a dream, there was no way that it wasn’t. The whole place had felt much too real. The last thing that she could remember doing was getting into the car, because her and her brother …show more content…
Eventually recognizing it as the forest that she used to walk in when she was younger, which was about a mile 's walk from her uncle’s house. Though there were quite a few noticeable differences, the layout was fundamentally the same. Before it had been such a bright place that she was able to visit, to have fun with her brother and relax. The clean, fresh water was now replaced with a dirty, murky looking version. Though it was bizarre, that when looking into the water she could see a perfect reflection of herself like looking into a mirror, she couldn’t see through it, but there was a clear reflection. The constant fog being enough to add an extra layer of difference to this place. Even on some of the most dreary days, the site had never looked this bad. Though she still couldn’t shake the constant questioning in her mind as to why there was a random house here. She knew that there had had to be something around to reach …show more content…
The furniture looked old, though not very worn, and there was next to no dust that could be seen. If the circumstances had been different, she might have even thought that a few people lived here. Though there was a certain atmosphere to it that made the home feel as though not much had been done here in a long time. There was nothing laying out with a few cupboards, as well as shelves with many boxes on them scattered around. Her heart started racing as she recognized this place too. It had to be a coincidence right? There was no way that this could be her uncle’s house too, could it? If so, then why was it here, why was any of this happening at all? There was not much that she could think of that was ever out of the ordinary about her uncle 's home. The only thing that could have anything suspicious was the attic, that was strictly off limits to both her and her brother. The moment that thought came to her mind, she wished it hadn 't, now remembering the light that was on in the attic, she was even more terrified to proceed. There was bound to be someone who knew that she was