The old woman in the woods (Nightmare story)

by Milo   Oct 16, 2020


There she was, weaving between
the hollowed trees, disappearing
in the shadows only to be seen naked
with the light of the moon.
She glided towards me,
her feet never touched the ground.
I was in shock and I couldn't breathe, slowly
falling down, enveloped by mother earth
and all Her dead leaves.
I thought Her earthly grace would save me
as I swirl around in the deep forest floor
like being pulled by the hands of the
roots of Her merciful trees.

But the old naked women laughed
while grabbing my hand,
her cold bony fingers tearing at my skin.
I'm six feet under not being able to end this dream, she is halfway in the floor holding me in her arms.
I feel her hot breath on my face, the centuries of foul evil seeping through my dreaming heart.

The old naked witch asks me where is her baby?
She says the folktale of her baby's blood
are simply not true, yelling and
screaming "It's not true,"
in my ears over and over again.
She starts to tell me me how
she shouldn't have died so soon
before I finally broke free
and woke up utterly disturbed.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Keira Pickard

    This definitely chills you! Enjoyable but scary, a great read all in all!

  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Very haunting, and I want to know more of her story. I wonder why she visited you, and your narration here, and wanting to be saved by Mother Earth, is quite powerful here.