The Calling

I was supposed to meet him at our special spot in the woods. The spot were we hung out as kids and meet up at every night. With the dead garden of flowers and the weeping angel. I felt that if i didnt meet him every night my heart would explode with disappointment in myself, so what if he was a little....different? I asked myself, he was still my best friend. As i walked through the woods I finally came to the twisted tree where i used to koke that one day the headess horseman would come out of the tree and cut off his head. He was always afraid of Sleepy Hollow when we were kids and the tree looked exactly like the one in the movie but a little smaller. "whewwhew" went the strong wind as it snapped me back to the present. I knew i had to keep moving, he was waiting for me. As i came past the sad, sorrowful, sickening tree i saw the bridge come into view. It was illuminated by the bright Christmas lights we hung up as kids because the bridge looked deserted and dead, man we had no idea. In the dark night they reminded me of the twinkling stars that i left behind as i was walking here. The old rickety bridge moaned as I walked very slowly and carefully across it because I was afraid one of the boards would give out. But as always I crossed the bridge safely. I looked up at the sky to thank God that nothing bad happened and as i was looking up at the sky i saw fog covering the full moon as if the fog was protecting it from a secret or something dangerous. Why couldnt I have that fog around me, protecting me? Well that was weird i thought as I walked the few steps to our secret spot. As I looked at the beautiful angel and the dead flowers surrounding the cobblestone square and benches my heart stopped. There he was, standing in the middle of all this waiting for me and only me. He turned around and stared at me even though i didnt make a sound. "Hi" I said composing myself. "Hey" he said just standing there. His eyes were as black as the moonless night sky over our secret place. I took a step towards him, but then i saw right through his white body to the weeping angel. My name is Scarlette, I am 17 years old from Massachussetts and i could talk to the dead. The reason why I called he twisted tree a sad, sorrowful, sickening tree was because 10 years age Bleu died there at the age of 7. We were running up to the tree but he slipped on a wet leaf from the rain the night before. He died right there at that tree in front of my eyes. But somehow he is standing in front of me and i am the only one that could see him.