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Two Figures On A Hillside.

It was less than a long time, but more than a few years ago.
The rain had stopped. It hadn,t rained heavily, but the continual grey clouds and the passing drizzle made it unlikely the sun would break through the dismal day.
I had decided to take my dog for a walk. After all, my best friend needed her daily dose of exercise.
I got in the car and i drove to where i was going. I parked the car next to a narrow river and took the lead and collar off my dog...
It was a lonely place: a twisting, bumpy track. On my right, was a steep hill covered in trees. To my left was a dangerous bank of ferns and rubble which dropped suddenly into the unseen, camouflaged, babbling river. The stony track squeezed its way upwards.
Except for my dog, there was no one else there - i thought. The only sign of life was the song of the birds, who were lost somewhere in the trees. It was an eerie place, it was smothered in mist...
After about ten minutes, the mist slowly rose, crawling above the hillside. I advanced, somewhat hesitantly along the awkward, uncomfortable track. I don,t know what it was, but there was something about the place, which made me nervous, uneasy. Even, my usually energetic dog, was wary and stayed close to me...

What-what,s that! I stopped suddenly... Seated on a grassy bank - an intrusion on he hillside - surrounded by two large trees - oak trees - were two, silent figures. They didn,t move, they didn,t speak - they looked as though they didn,t breathe... I could see they weren,t dressed for the weather. They wore short-sleeved shirts, plain white and dark trousers, i think they were black. They looked like undertakers, undertakers waiting for the sun... But there was no sun, in fact there was no sound. A deafening silence overpowered the place. The birdsong had ceased - i swear i couldn,t even hear the river...
I,m not too good at distance, but they were about forty, fifty yards away - close enough to see them and too close for comfort. All i could see were faceless masks, no eyes, no lips, no expressions. They sat motionless, watching me. I felt a cold shiver race through my body. My dog began to whine.
Everything about them was frightening, sinister.
Although they were still,lifeless, i honestly believed i could hear them laugh. A chiilling,startled feeling possessed me... Was it laughter or a death-bed cry. Something haunted, frenzied, gripped my body...
I hastily, clumsily, grasped my dog. Somehow, i managed to get her lead and collar on. Trembling, i turned, at first walking hastily, then hurrying, running as fast as i could - just about keeping my balance along the jolting, jarring track...

When i got back to the car, i threw my dog in,  the car keys fell on the floor , hands searching blindly, i finally found the keys. I turned the ignition, the stubborn car finally started... wheels spinning, brakes screeching, i sped away from the bedevilled place...
I,ve never been there since...and i never will.
Cassiestar Cassiestar 56-60, M Apr 24, 2012

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