Diary Entry – August 1st, 2024
There’s something that happens when the sun hangs just above the hills, when the world drapes itself in long shadows. The fields that seem so familiar during the day start to whisper old secrets, secrets that were never meant for living ears. Today, something peculiar took place.
I decided to walk up past the old power lines again—God knows why, I’ve been avoiding that path for months. Something about those poles, standing so rigid and lifeless against the undulating hills, always unsettles me. Maybe it’s the way they seem to march off into the distance, like skeletal sentinels guarding some forgotten boundary. Or maybe it’s just the silence, the deep, unsettling quiet that hangs in the air, broken only by the faint hum of electricity.
But today, I found myself there, trailing along the familiar worn track, the grass wet with the remnants of last night’s dew. The air was still, too still, as if even the breeze had decided this was not a place to linger.
And then I saw it.
At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. There, nestled in the shadow of one of the hills, something white. Not just white, but a soft, ethereal glow, like moonlight trapped in a sheet. It was only when I got closer that I realised—it was a figure, draped in fabric, like a ghost from an old story.
But it wasn’t just standing there. No, it was moving, ever so slowly, towards a large, solitary rock. The way it floated—there’s no other word for it—made my skin prickle. It didn’t seem to belong to this world, and yet there it was, as real as the grass beneath my feet.
I stopped in my tracks, heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to call out, to shout, to do anything to break the oppressive silence, but no sound came. My mouth was dry, my throat tight. I just stood there, watching as this... apparition? No, it felt more substantial than that, something caught between worlds, as it approached the rock.
And then it was gone. Just like that. No fanfare, no fading away, just... gone. I blinked, shook my head, rubbed my eyes, but the figure was no longer there. Only the rock remained, cold and indifferent, as if nothing strange had ever happened.
But I know what I saw. It was real. I felt it in my bones, in the pit of my stomach. Something is haunting these hills, something that doesn’t belong in the realm of the living. And yet, it’s here, walking the same paths we do, lingering in the same shadows.
I can’t shake the feeling that it was trying to tell me something, something important. But what? I don’t know. All I know is that I won’t be taking that path again anytime soon.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll stay closer to home. GENERATED BY ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
Decent story though, much better than what I wrote.
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