Monday 19 March 2007

Terror in the Woods

So having found a nice spot for the night and dinner done and dusted (polishing off the last of Marcus' produce), we recall the tunnel was probably the spookiest part of the trip so far and settle down to go to sleep.

Just as we're drifting off, a light shining against the trees catches my eye and almost as quick as I've seen it, it goes off. Probably just a car headlamp we think so we peer out the windows but no car to be seen. We decide not to place too much emphasis on this and reassure ourselves its nothing at all to worry about, despite noticing, for the first time in the evening, that our camp spot is rather secluded, in a wood in the total wilderness, and miles from any hint of society making us prime targets for the first victims in a slasher horror film.

Laughing this off uneasily we are again drifting off when suddenly we are pulled straight out of slumber by the most chilling sound of a man screaming at the top of his voice (either in terror or pretending to be) before cutting off immediately without a whisper of a sound to follow, somewhere back in the forest. We take a few seconds to replay this in our heads, before confirming with each other that that was not a normal noise to expect. The decision is immediately taken to leave and before you could say 'why are you even parked there' the car was hurling its way down the road towards the town. All terror is starting to settle as I wrestle with a t-shirt and the town approaches, when the guitar, which sleeps on the dashboard at night, wakes up to all the activity and falls off into the passenger seat striking a horror Twang as it goes. Five minutes later, we're parked up right underneath the pub window, and most oddly of all we're both out like lights.

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