The Secrets of Longcrest

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#2 in Secrets Series (Secrets of Dunharrow House). Standalone book.
When Katy fell though the floor of her home, she died, her sister calling her name.
But when her siblings came back, they discovered something that shocked them to their core. Something that shouldn't have been possible.
So, what happened to Katy Dunharrow?

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3. Trees and Trouble

I drag myself into the forest, my legs screaming in pain. The forest is eerily silent, but I continue, not knowing where to go. I just have to get away from that tunnel.

My time in the forest feels like a fantasy, a hazy, blurry, fantasy filled with green light and the sound of dripping water. I can't remember how much time I spent in there, but I felt like a broken and beaten dryad, my tree burned. I dragged myself through the dirt, my clothes ripping to nearly nothing and my hair becoming a rat's nest, falling out in strands. I remember talking... a lot. To myself, the trees, the dryads, or maybe a deer. I can't really remember. 

Oh, but one thing I do remember is the green light. It was everywhere and colored everything, but only during the day. The trees were many different shades of green, the leaves the most vibrant of all the hues. The ground was a rich, deep green color. My own skin and hair became a translucent green. Everything was ethereal.

The pain in my legs subsided eventually, and I don't know why. Maybe it was a dryad thing. Maybe nature healed my horrific wounds. It was no matter, because I was free, an ethereal being, at my own liberty to crawl on the forest floor. Sometimes I could even fly through the canopy, though that was rare.

Everything in the forest is perfect and peaceful, but that ethereal green film that had been placed over my eyes faded when I laid eyes on a road. Everything came back to me. 

Bea. Pain. Tunnels.

I shake my head, wondering how I got here, wondering how long I've been hallucinating. Was I even hallucinating? Maybe I ate some poisonous berries in the forest, or drank bad water....

I crawl to the road, my legs finally throbbing in pain, no longer silent.

I crawl next to the gravel roadway, and pull myself along it. Where roads are, people are, and I really need a doctor. How long have I been away from Bea?

The sun sets as I continue to crawl, but the pain in my legs makes it impossible for me to sleep. I just continue crawling, exhausted.

Eventually, just before sunrise, I enter a small town. On main street there's a post office, general store, hardware store, police station, and gas station. On a cross street I can see a church and a small apartment complex. The other side of the street has a medium sized house with a few cars parked in front, with a sign that might say "Mechanic."

I just crawl through the streets, which are silent. I bang on the police station's door, though no one answers. I continue crawling, but am too exhausted to continue, collapsing in front of the church.

Just as the sun peaks over the horizon, I hear a quiet,  "Oh my." My head lolls to the side to blurrily see a man in black pants and white shirt. He's old, with fuzzy gray hair. "My dear, are you all right?"

"Eh," I say, because finally my eyes close.

 

I hear muffled, worried voices. I cough loudly, and the voices stop, then continue. I blink several times and look around, but can't see anything. It's all too fuzzy to focus on. 

A few minutes later, the old man with the fuzzy hair leans over me. "You are awake." I nod. "Child, do you know a name?"

"Bea," I croak, then realize that I heard him wrong. Do I know my name? "Wait-" I start, but he's not listening.

"Her name is Bea." Another man, younger the the other, comes over to me. He wears a sleep shirt and jeans. His glasses are foggy and he has a receding hairline.

"There's no missing person named 'Bea,' " says the man. "Are you sure she came from the forest?"

"Where else could she have come from? A basement?"

"Unlikely, but we'll have to question her when she's in better shape. For now, I think I should take her back to the clinic. Her legs are broken and she needs them rebroken. Wherever she was, she was there for quite some time."

A couple of hours later, I'm loaded into the back of a van by the doctor, the younger man, and the cleric, the older man, and a nurse.

The ride to the clinic is smooth, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

I'm going to be okay.

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