Blakesley wood was enchanting during the day.
Trees sported hats of green and mossy skins. Sunlight and the gentle breeze created dappled shadows.
Not so when the moon cast its silvery light.
The trees became lumbering monsters, creaking and moaning amid intense darkness that could devour the bravest of souls.
Local boys dared each other to go in there at night and stay for one hour.
First to volunteer was Jay, the youngest.
Leaving his friends in the field he melted into the black folds of bark and branches.
When he returned triumphant, the others had disappeared.
They were never found.
#FLASHFICTION101 JULY 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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