"That's enough Ryan. Let your dad go make his report. He has a big meeting this morning."
"I'll be home later today son and you can tell me all about this strange dream you had ok."
No one was going to believe anything I said. I had to stop speaking before they start thinking I was crazy. Mom asked about it again later that day but I didn't want to talk about it. She suggested that it was the stress from the previous day that gave me such a scary dream. I wanted to believe her but it was just too real.
Later in the day, mom was in the kitchen learning new recipes for Christmas from a cookbook she found. She asked me to be her taste tester. But I wasn't so interested because something else was on my mind. I told her that everything was good just so that I could entertain her and get out.
Deep Ash
"Guys, it's open!" Robert inspected the door and called them. When they turned their heads, they saw him standing right next to the opened door of the dead tree. "I'm not getting inside that creepy thing," said Marcela. "But we don't have a choice. These crows are crazy. With that large number, we'll be brutally torn to pieces if they attack us. Come on," said Regan. He grabbed Marcela's hand and walked back to the old tree. "Wait!" their guide Freddie suddenly yelled.
"I don't think it's a good idea to go in there. I don't want to believe the stories, but have you heard about the Baba Yaga?" he asked. "Yes, we do. A witch that was responsible for the missing people who enter the woods and never returned, Right? That's why we are here to begin with. But seriously, now is not the time to believe in such BS. It's getting really dark and I don't want to be the dinner of those crazy crows," Robert responded.