I have another short story to post. This is less of a story and more of pure detail. I was basically just trying to see how much detail I could put into one story. I had no intention of actually making it interesting to read. For that reason I don't expect anyone to read it, but I am posting it anyway. Like I said, If you are looking for something entertaining, DO NOT read this, because it was never meant to be entertaining. I wrote it to practice my detail.

EDIT: I kinda left out a fairly major part about it. This place is a place that I used to go to a lot, and every item that I pick up in the story represents a memory.

Spoiler:

I sit in this old wooden chair, looking out at the lake before me. The lake is small, and this dock even smaller. The small body of water is shaped like an oval, and is small enough that the other side can be seen with ease. The water is not very deep, but it is deep enough. Many fish inhabit it. Mostly bass. Beside the dock I see a metal row boat, it’s oars sitting inside. I see the suns golden light reflecting off the surface of the cloudy water. I hear the chirping of birds from the trees behind me. I look up and see geese flying overhead, their grey wings flapping as they fly. Looking behind me, I see the hill leading up and away from the lake. I can’t see the top though, as trees block my vision. All around I see trees of various species. Many pine and oak trees, as well as the occasional birch.

Standing up, I turn and walk up the stone stairs leading towards the top of the hill. Twice I nearly trip, but I make it to the top unharmed. I make it to the top and see the house before me. I walk on to the porch that wraps around its back and left side. Looking through the glass sliding door, I see a kitchen and living room area. I also see no one is inside. I had known there would be no one inside though. As the sun begins to set, I step back off the wooden porch and walk along the side of the house. I walk down a gravel path, smelling the scents of the forest. I see an old wooden shed to my left. In front of it lies a log, stood up to allow items to be placed on it. On top of the log sits a small hand carved wooden cross, as well as a small knife. I quickly take the cross and keep walking.

At the end of the gravel path I see an old pickup truck. Its dark green paint is covered in dust and dirt. I open the passenger side door and climb in. Looking in the back seat, I see a small box of fishing hooks. I pick the container up and put it in my pocket. I step out of the truck and close the door behind me. I continue down and step out on to the old road running in front of the house. I turn right and begin walking, watching as the sky begins to darken. I begin to walk faster, trying to make it to my destination before night falls. To my right I see another house, this one older than the one I had just left. Continuing down the road, It begins to turn right. I keep walking, the forest surrounding me on both sides. I look up and see branches and leave covering the road, making it feel as though I walk through a tunnel.

I hit another road and make a right turn. I see a few more old houses to either side. Eventually I reach another road and make a left turn. Continuing down, I reach an area with a clearing to my left. Looking into it, I can see several deer lying in it. Just past the clearing I see the edge of yet another lake. This one is only slightly larger than the last lake, but I still struggle to see the other side, as the lighting is growing dim. I pass over a small bridge leading over a stream, then proceed up a hill. Walking down the worn road, I pass two more old houses before reaching my final destination. To my left is a house. It is old, but in better shape than most of the others.

I walk down the gravel driveway. With the last light of day gone, the forest looks very different. It is like a whole new world, where every tree could be a monster waiting for you to come within its reach, or where forest ghouls could be watching from a location just beyond sight. With this thought, I turn around, making sure one was not following me. I quickly turn back and continue down the driveway. Looking to my left, I see a pile of wood. Next to it is a log with an old axe in it. I quickly grab the axe before walking to the front of the house. I quickly ascend the steps to the porch, each of the four stairs creaking along the way. I reach the door and set the axe down. Reaching in my pocket, I quickly remove the key. Wanting to get inside and away from the cold, I insert the key into the door and unlock it. I quickly open it and pick the axe back up.

Walking inside, I am immediately met with the smell of stale air. I see a short hallway in front of me. The floor is wooden, and the walls and doors are all stained wood. Immediately to my right, I see a door. Opening it, I see a bathroom. I flip a switch and a small light hanging from the ceiling lit up, illuminating the Sink and Toilet along one wall, and the tub along the other wall. I flip the light switch back off and close the wooden door. Just past this door on the other side of the hall is another wooden door. I do not look inside however, and keep walking. I reach the end of the hall and see a door to my left. To my right, there is a small kitchen area, containing a small counter and a refrigerator. On the counter sits an old fashioned black phone. Just above the sink, there is a small window covered in blinds. I set the axe on the counter and keep walking through the room. In the front to my right is a kitchen table and chairs. To my left, the room connects to a living room. To my front is a glass sliding door.

Walking into the living room half, I see two old and worn couches to either side. Above the couch to my left is a painting of bears, all dancing around. In the far right corner of the room is an old TV. It is not very good, but it gets the job done. In the center of the room is a small table, with a brown rug underneath it. In front of me is a small fireplace. The screen covering the inside of the fireplace is moved aside, and wood is stacked inside. Underneath the wood is newspaper. The fireplace had already been set up. I see a red lighter in the center of the table, and I pick it up. Walking up to the fireplace, I light the newspaper under the wood. It quickly catches, and begins to spread. Within a minute I can hear the crackling of fire. I set the lighter on the counter next to the axe. I take the fishing hooks and wooden cross out of my pockets and set them down on the counter. I then quickly walk into the bathroom and change into my pajamas.

I see a TV remote on the couch. I grab it and turn on the TV. Flipping through the channels, I eventually find a movie that looks good. I toss the remote back on the couch. On one of the couches I see a blanket. It is old, but it is clean, and that is all that matters. I pick it up and lie down on the couch. Pulling the brown blanket over myself, I listen to the crackling of the fire. I look over at the glass sliding door leading to the back porch and hear the crickets and other night time insects. Looking back over at the TV, I watch the movie. The room quickly began to warm up from the fire, and I quickly began to grow tired. It wasn’t long before I began to fall asleep.