Backtracking the Unknown

Let’s Hope It doen’t Come Back

You go left, which shows that something with pointed feet chased a biker and has not returned.

The trail winds left and then right, always going uphill, until you see an old house. It looks more like a hut than a house; it is entirely made from miscellaneous branches and tree roots. There is no door, just a black rectangle through which darkness yawns within the one-room building; the bike trail ends here as though the rider set down the bike and walked inside.

Once your eyes adjust, you notice a very thick book: yellow, hard-backed. The book is entitled, in shiny blue letters, Do Not Open. It was certainly a good choice for a title: the author is using reverse psychology to get the reader to open the book, right?

**This is where trails are mixed and paths are woven, Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **

*Open Do Not Open

*Turn Back

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Author: pathweaver34

My name is Isaac Craft. I've got a bachelors in Mass Communications, an Associates in Graphic Design, and I'm an aspiring novelist.

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