Redwood Forest Monologue

“I remember tears streaming … your face … I said I'll never let you go
… all those shadows almost killed your …
… you said don't leave me … alone
But … that's dead and gone … tonight.”
Strikes of swift white light struck innocent trees, as wind howled and rain battered against the shield that separated me from the outside. One foot, two feet, I stepped out from the safe haven, like a Cobra, pounding against it protective shell, awaiting to spread its deadly poison. My face was a river, water tumbled from the top of my head to the bottom of my chin. Rustling and crackling mocked me like the darkness of the shadow, as I took every step. Branches twisted like distorted limb as if trying to grasp hold of me. The malformed mass towered over me, casting sinister shadows. As I walked closer, a brown sign emerged, “Redwood Forest”. Grotesque graffiti scribbled from the dying trees to the dilapidated sign, “Moonlight’s Curse”.
Gazing blankly on the graffiti, I was infected with the disease of the past. I was in another world, lost in the depth of an infinite oblivion. My thoughts surrounded my brain, repeating, looping like death, particularly a sentence by the director, a“Be careful, John, watch your back! Most journalists never returned and those who did called it Moonlight’s Curse”
BOOM…… I was
It was midnight. Water stopped dripping from the endless sky, while the Olympian wind loosens and slowed. Silent. No sound, but the beating of my heart. Coincidence? In the grim silence, the forest was a hundred times more frightening. Perspiration plunged down my cheeks. A strange strong sulfurous smell slithered through my nose and tickled my nerves. I immediately looked around, trying to find the source of the odor. Nothing. Trees and bushes painted on my eyes everywhere I looked. Suddenly, it happened. The moon shone as bright as the sun but extraordinarily in a straight line as if it was trying to