kind of ghost horse? You all saw that right?” Josh demands.
“ Yes we all saw it, but we also need to get out of here before we stumble upon anything stranger than a ghost horse.” Frank's voice is hard when he speaks now, like he knows something we don't.
Caroline and I link arms as we follow Frank, who leads the way back out of the forest. Alex brings up the rear, keeping an eye out for anything that might come upon us from behind. As we hurry quickly out of the woods, I begin to wonder just what is going on. Has the Chesterport forest always been so...spooky? Or is this a new phenomenon? All I know is that after seeing that strange, luminous white horse, with its deep black eyes and dirty hooves jumping into the swamp I'm sure there's something not quite normal afoot. Perhaps that face made of leaves wasn't a figment of my imagination after all.
We finally break free of the trees, which were beginning to seem endless there for a minute in the dark which has now fully descended. I gasp when my eyes lock on three tall figures standing just shy of Frank's back garden.
I can't make out who they are this far away, but as we get closer Josh suddenly asks, “Is that the school Guidance Counsellor?”
Now I can see that it's Sam, Carol and Nathan. The Nephilim. What are they doing standing there all in a line like that?
“ Yeah, that's Sam and his friends, they know our foster dad John,” Alex explains.
“ They're giving me a creepy vibe,” Josh murmurs under his breath. I don't think anyone else has heard him.
Sam steps forward and asks, “What were you all doing in the woods?” Even though he says “you all” he seems to be talking directly to Frank. Probably because he's older than the rest of us.
“ We wanted to have some fun scaring the girls,” says Frank, but he doesn't explain the fact that there was a distinct reason for us to be scared, those dead rabbits that Alex swears he saw last night but are now strangely missing.
“ It's a bad idea to go into the forest when it's dark,” says Nathan, his voice sort of foreboding.
“ You're telling me,” Caroline whispers into my ear.
“ Go on inside now,” Sam instructs. “And the next time you decide to bring your friends into the woods, check with John first, understood Frank?” I don't like his superior tone, but Frank simply nods and salutes the Nephilim before leading us back into the house.
Upon entering the living room, now softly lit by two lampshades, Ingrid begins to quickly stuff the notes Caroline handed out earlier into her bag.
“ That's it, I don't care if we haven't gotten any work done, I'm leaving. There's a whole lot of negative energy in that forest, I'm getting as far away as I possibly can.”
Caroline and I both drop down onto a couch, the others do the same. “It's definitely haunted,” says Caroline. “But I'm not certain it would cause a person harm.”
“ Have you forgotten all about the dead rabbits?” Ingrid hisses, getting entirely too worked up. Or perhaps I'm just used to weird things happening to me. After all, only a short time ago I'd been stalked by an invisible witch.
“ I never saw any rabbits,” says Caroline. “Look, I'm not trying to say that the ghost horse episode didn't happen. I've always believed in spirits and that things might exist that most people can't see. But the forest is very old, I'm thinking the horse was one of those imprints from a time gone by, you know like those ghosts you see in movies that just keep replaying themselves over and over.”
“ If that's true then why did it jump into the swamp?” Alex asks. “No normal horse would do that. Jump into a lake for a swim maybe, but not a swamp, unless it was a suicidal horse.”
Josh snickers at the mention of a suicidal horse.
“ It doesn't matter whether or not it was a ghost,” says Frank. “You all heard Sam, the safest bet is to stay out of the forest.”
“ Whatever, I'm going home,” says Josh, motioning for