Experience Writing Halloween Flash Fiction Challenge ( based on the photo)

I tell people that the entranceway to the Witch’s Wood sits on four acres—it is not vast, nor is it full of leaf-covered paths or anything you could call a trail.
Nothing calls the Witch’s Wood home. No birds nest in the trees, no bears feast on the berries that grow there, and no deer drink from the single stream that runs along the edge of the wood.
Sunlight filtering through the trees in the Witch’s Wood is green, sometimes golden. When night falls, it is so dark you would swear you were in a cave where nothing has taken a breath of its cool, thin air for thousands of years.
The Witch’s Wood is as silent as a tomb.
” So why is it called the Witch’s Wood ? “
” It’s a silly story the locals came up with I guess. Or maybe it was just their way of saying this patch of Wood scares them and that it’s best left on it’s own. Besides, for awhile it was just tree farm and one family harvested wood from it for their business. “
The travelers will wait for me to continue.
” They were carpenters and they built caskets and coffins and scaffolding for gallows. “
How wide their eyes get. ” No kidding. “
” No kidding” I will say. ” All the lumber that came out of the Witch’s Wood was destined to be used in death. Maybe that’s why nothing can live there- for long. Anyhoo. Have a nice drive. “
Most of the time the travelers and explorers turn around and drive back the way they came in.
And there have been times when the ones who drive in never drive back out again.














