It was eerie. Enough that if you were walking alone through the trees, down the meandering path, you'd certainly pick up your pace. Hurrying to get out of the darkness and into the light. Any light. Some light. But, it wasn't eerie enough to make your fear for your life. No, it wasn't that eerie.
It was the right level of eerie. The amount that would cause the hair on the back of your neck to raise up. Stand tall against your skin. It was the kind of spooky that would cause you to think it was cold enough to see your breath in the shafts of moonlight breaking through the tree limbs, even when its not. It's healthy. It makes you breath deeper. Your blood pumps faster, harder, circulating your your body to keep the nervous shivers away. It wasn't that scary.
The wind ran through the trees, flowing like an invisible river, howling as it strained against the dead birch, maple, and oak standing in its way. Leaves clung on to dried out, creaking branches, hoping not to be swept away.
The creatures were busy, scurrying amongst the fallen leaves, kicking up loose soil and snapping twigs. Lightning bugs flicker on and off lazily in the late night fog, reminding you that beyond the haze was something unseen.
Was the noise coming from behind you? In front of you? To your side? It was everywhere.
In the distance, a loon called, echoing amongst the barren woods. It felt as if it was calling towards you, at you.
Was the loon crying or laughing?
haha, i experienced just this when i was going to take the bus to the airport last week. my heightened senses picked up everything, there was so much wind yet it felt that everything stood so still and quiet as well... haha so weird you wrote about this
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