The Woods
by Maia Hamilton, age 13, Oxford
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Eve was lying in bed, gazing out her window at the full moon and the countless stars. She was a beautiful, unique girl. Most folks liked her well enough, although some said she was crazy. She spoke of hearing voices. Her friends and family told her the voices must be in her head, but Eve believed otherwise. She tried to ignore the voices, and they seemed to disappear, at least, for a while.

As Eve began to drift off to sleep, she heard something. “Eeeeeve,” the voice whispered, pulling her name to an enormous length as its scratchy voice called.

“Eve.” Her eyes fluttered open to the darkness, the only light coming from her window. The night sky was as dark as her long, ebony hair and the stars reflected against her snow white skin. All in my head ...That’s it. It’s all in my head, she thought.

“Eve…come,” she heard the voice again. She bit her lip and sat up. She looked around the room. Nothing. No one in her room, nothing amiss.

“Eeeeeeeeve,” the voice seemed to complain.

Eve got up out of bed, her lacy red nightgown fluttering around her like a crimson pool of blood. A breath of fresh air. Yes, that’s what I need, she thought as she descended the stairs. She walked out of the cabin and into the cool, October night. Eve smiled, for the voice was gone, and she sighed, breathing in the cold, thin mountain air.

She noticed something peculiar as she began walking toward the dark woods. Was it? Yes, it was a little girl. What is she doing out here? The girl stood as still as a sapling tree, looking directly at Eve. Her hair fell into perfect silver curls and her porcelain face smiled, but not a warm smile. It made Eve’s blood run cold. Then the girl turned and walked slowly into the dark, lonely woods. Eve cautiously pursued her. Once they arrived in the darkest part of the forest, the girl turned, looked at Eve, and then motioned for her to stop. The doll-like little girl grinned. With a slow nod, she faded into the night air.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve,” she heard, right behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck rose in terror. She turned toward the menacing voice. Nothing. Before she could even think to run, she was pinned to a tree. The grip wasn’t strong, but yet Eve couldn’t move. Eve forced her grey eyes open to face her captor.

Her blood-curdling scream was heard by no one.

Eve was never seen again. Some say she got lost, others say she lost her mind. But a few believe that Eve is still out there, waiting for the next person to walk into the woods alone on a cool October night.
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