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DHG Episode 2: Old Barn, New Spin

“Spinning a web of truths”

By Autumn RainPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 5 min read
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DHG Episode 2: Old Barn, New Spin
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The evening sky was dark. Clouds blocked any sign of the night sky’s lights. Among the brush sat a dilapidated barn. Old and worn, the structure was uncomely to the eyes and missing half of its roof. Warn boards protruded every which way. Traces of white paint could be found along the inside walls of the barn.

Stacy slowly woke up to a splintering headache.

“Ouch!” she muttered to herself as she lifted her head and touched her right hand to the place the pain felt the strongest. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked around. “Where am I?” Stacy asked the air. Her thoughts were muddled and incomprehensible. How did I get in here, wherever ‘here’ is? She thought to herself. Racking her brain she tried to make sense of something, anything.

“Okay, last night it rained and Connor and I ran back to the camp. I slept in the back tent and had that weird dream about a new friend and a locket. That’s it. That’s all there is. It stops there.” Stacy took a slow breath trying to calm herself to prevent an anxiety attack. Resting her head back down she fell into a dreamlike state or was it a memory?

Inside the old, run down barn, the teenage Stacy found herself conversing with another girl around her age.

“We have to do this. It’s our job to spin a web of truth,” the teenage girl was saying as she dug through an old chest filled with papers.

“Victoria, isn’t the saying, ‘spinning a web of lies’?” Stacy questioned.

“Yes, but if you are trying to catch a lie then you spin a web of truth. Truth gets caught in a web of lies and ruins the web, like how bears or humans can get a web stuck to themselves, but they break through. Whereas, lies get caught in a web of truth like a fly in a spider’s web. They can’t escape and are on display for all that pass by,” Victoria answered.

“You must like spiders.” Stacy laughed.

Smiling, Victoria answered, “Well, I feel like they get a bad rep, but actually they are little friends.”

“Friends?” Stacy snorted.

“Yea, they are super helpful and get rid of pests or insects that use us. It’s like they are there to encourage us. They eat parasites for breakfast!”

“Parasites, really? Wow, I guess we should thank them.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“You mock, but I don’t know many people who enjoy having mosquitoes around or flies for that matter.”

“Flies are parasites?”

Sighing, Victoria answered, “That’s not what I’m saying. You are missing the point.”

Victoria finally selected one of the papers.

“Hmm, this is interesting,” Victoria stated as she read over the old letter.

“Let me see,” Stacy demanded.

Pushing Stacy’s hand away, Victoria responded, “The text is too difficult to understand.”

“Aw, will you please show it to me? Maybe I will understand. I may surprise you.”

“Fine. Here, take it,” she conceded and then handed Stacy the old weathered paper.

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Seek truth and pursue her and you will find her.

Speak truth and her tree will bring you delicious fruit. Truth is a light and there is a misconception that has caused many to misunderstand. ‘The Truth will set you free’ does not mean that telling the truth will free you. Although, I suppose one could argue that telling the truth may free one’s guilty conscience. Yet, one who confesses to a crime must deal with the consequences of the crime committed. Telling the truth is the right thing to do, but using the truth of the phrase “the Truth will set you free” in that context will neither exonerate nor liberate that individual. There is only one Truth. Those who seek will find. Open your eyes to see, or you may look right at Truth and not see him. Open your eyes to see and your ears to hear, or you may encounter Wisdom, only to let her go. May those who have eyes to see and ears to hear, hear what is being said.

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“Or not,” Stacy bashfully handed the letter back to Victoria. “Oh, what about this one?” Stacy reached into the chest and pulled out the first letter she found. The top half was torn off and the very end of the letter was so faded and smudged that it rendered that portion illegible.

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Please, don’t lose hope and keep a pure heart, my beloved friend. Oh, the other thing that I have to tell you is very important. Don’t share the information that we found that night. I found out that… someone is coming now. I will send you another letter once I arrive on the other side. Make sure you read it. For now, just trust me and make sure you don’t eat any chocolate c

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The dream faded and Stacy slowly sat up thinking about what she had just seen. There is no way I was here when I was younger, is there? She thought to herself. Just then a strong gust of wind blew through the cracks of the old barn. The clouds above shifted and a small red star glistened, visible for the first time since Stacy could remember. Its light billowed into the barn through the open roof revealing the barn to have a worse condition than Stacy had originally imagined in the dark. The far wall was now visible from the red light. Sitting against the far wall sat an old chest.

“No,” Stacy exclaimed. “There’s no way.” Heading over to the chest she lifted its cracked lid. Inside sat a pile of papers. Stacy reached her hand in and pulled out the first piece of paper her hand found.

Dropping the letter, Stacy fell backwards in shock. It was the same letter that she had seen in her dream. Curiosity consumed her thoughts. She scurried back to the chest and reached her hand in a second time. Could it be possible? Maybe they had made it to the other side. I have to find out what happened with the chocolate c, whatever that is. Chocolate crystals? Chocolate candy? Chocolate caramel? Maybe it was a slice of chocolate cake? Or, maybe c is someone's initial? The thoughts rolled around in her mind all through the night as she rummaged through the chest trying to locate some kind of clue.

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Autumn Rain

The tongue has the power of life and death and those who love it eat its fruit.

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