This is my first story. Hope you like it!
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Twenty seven days had passed since the trees started talking to me. On the twenty eighth day..I died.
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At first they were just whispers, encouraging me to stray from the concrete sidewalk I took from school to home on a daily basis. At first I ignored them. The whispers soon grew comprehensible, the words more coherent and enticing.
"Come, Kierra," the oak trees would whisper.
"You belong with us," the maples would agree, their bright red and orange leaves swaying in the wind.
I force my feet to keep to the path, one foot in front of the other. The woods of Golden Glen were haunted and strictly off limits. Children were lured there on a monthly basis and never returned. I had thought the rumors were fake...until now.
"Keep to the path, Kier," I murmur to myself.
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I can see my neighborhood from here.
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"We miss you," the magnolia tree crooned.
My feet slide off the path and I wander into the eternal woods.