The Spook's Garden

The birds were singing, the trees were swaying, a slight breeze and a hooded figure was sitting on a bench. He seemed out of place. The crooked bench suggested that he sat on it regularly (I'm not saying he's overweight) but never with another person. He was obviously a loner. All of a sudden he stood up and walked to the gap in the hedge which led to his second garden...

As soon as he passed through the hedge warmth turned to cold, sun turned to cloud; a thick mist covered the ground and an icy chill hung in the air. It was cold, a cold that gives you goose bumps, a cold that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, a cold...that suggests something not belonging to the Earth was near...

Bats were flying overhead, cobwebs hung from dead still trees and an eerie silence hung in the air a silence so silent that it was almost deafening! You could tell that no-one would go here willingly, but the figure still ploughed through it all. It was sunset, the sun shone through the gaps in the trees, casting a bright glow, orange and scary, it was a nightmarish scene!

There were cages in the ground; mouldy hands reached out of them, desperate for escape, there was some sort of creature in there, imprisoned. The hooded figure picked up the pace, getting closer to the cages, the hands were going to grab him, closer and closer...BANG! The hands slithered back down into their cages; they were once again at peace. The hooded figure carried on to his third garden, the one with the rusty gate at the other end, leading to the wolf hills and he was obliviously heading in that direction...

The third garden seemed an ordinary garden, tall trees, grass, a porch, but...there were some wolves howling in the distance! The second he passed through the gate everything changed...everything turned dark, pitch black! Nothing could be seen, the candle cast a dim glow over the clearing, it was a terrifying sight!

Bodies of different animals hung from the trees - Rats, dogs, cats, bears even humans! But there was something not quite right about them, they were ghosts, not solid nor gas. You could hear their suffering, their moans and groans...

The dim candle didn't produce a satisfactory light, but it was good enough to see the devastation the wolves had caused, trees and grass had scratch marks, nothing could grow because of the disturbed ground, it was terrifying!

The hooded figure finally stepped into the clearing; ready for the attack, he pulled back his hood...it was The Spook...