Nathaniel Ensminger
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The Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I had seen this cabin a thousand times, even been inside of it, for you see, this property belonged to my grandfather, at least it used to. He had died years ago, and I was much younger then, but I still remember, I remember everything. I remember the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, how he would walk with me through the woods where his cabin was, and how he had always told me that I should never walk in those woods alone, I also remember him telling me it was because they were not safe. One might think that this would be something normal that a grandfather would tell their young grandchild, because of animals, or falling, or getting lost, but as I later found out, he was hiding something else. I had asked him in childlike ignorance, "If they are so unsafe, why don't you leave? I had spoken this, not expecting the response that he gave me, "Because I'm not allowed to." It was not only what he said that made me uneasy, but the tremble in his voice, and the look of terror on his face. I asked who wouldn't let him leave? Again, his response and facial expression made me uneasy, "Please don't ask me that again."
By Nathaniel Ensminger2 years ago in Fiction