There are many tall tales that warn you from entering these lost and forgotten woods. Some say it is nothing more than a small curse that will haunt you. Many saying they have seen it with their own eyes, a demon that possesses the trees and wanders aimlessly, waiting for its next victim. Many fear not just the woods, but also the little village that rests within it, well if it still does. Some say that it is nothing but a small shack that was owned by a family, who has yet to emerge from within the forest. They entered it with smiles and glee, but no one can recall if they ever left it. It is easy to write off their existence as nothing but fairy tales to keep people from wandering off into the forest only to get lost on the way. What wondrous woods these people fear, describing their experiences as lucid dreams of haunting imagery that still seeps into their minds to this day. What creatures await a man once he enters this forest?
This question one man wondered, as he stood in front of those very woods. Maybe some morbid curiosity has led him to this very place, but he could not deny a grin was put on his face once he heard the many stories. He could not help himself but wonder what curiosities await him once he set foot within the forgotten woods that seem to twist and turn however they desire. What more, a beautiful fog has collected making the passage a much more dreary expedition than he ever could’ve imagined to begin with. It wrapped around the trees, almost as if it did not want to leave this place of comfort. Maybe it too saw comfort in the absurd, the dangerous and the wickedness that the people have appointed to this lost place.
Who was this strange man that looked at the unknown and grinned as if he was about to uncover a long lost pyramid. He is but a traveler, following the tall tales that promise mysteries and unanswered questions. Travelling the world he tends to start conversations at bars and restaurants, trying to get his hand on interesting information. Not far from here was a small village he passed, where people were still talking about the dangerous woods ahead. Telling him that as a stranger it is none of his business, as only dangers would await him. To their dismay, these words only seem to have peaked his interest even more to uncover what exactly this place would hide from the outside world.
“Tulgey Wood” is how they called it. Taking the name from a classic piece of literature to pinpoint its strange existence, or at least give the evil it hides a name. Some even tended to call the mysterious beast a Jabberwocky, which would seem to put a much darker spin on whatever creature lurks ahead. Dodgson wrote stories for children, but now the name of Lewis Carroll has created wonders and fears far beyond the usual imagination. As he entered the dark forest and ignored a farmer yelling behind him to come back, he started wondering what would await him.
Perhaps a young girl lived out here and got lost inside these very woods. The tales would travel the world only to land in the ear of Dodgson, who would then turn a most frightful story into that of a child’s imagination. Potions of growth, talking animals and strange happenings all put together at one spot only to become cemented within the minds of people across the world. Maybe most fairy tales have some darker beginnings before the yare retold over and over again until they receive their child friendly form. Most morbid indeed, he thought, as the forest seemed to have gotten thicker the further in he moved.
With each step, he feels as if he is being watched. Some shadowy figure must be staring through the thick fog as if being careful in what direction he is going. Maybe the stories of a beast were true and his life may have already reached its end the moment he took a few steps into the fog. There was no heading back now, so he kept marching forward trying to catch a glimpse of whatever creature is lurking around him. Sometimes he could hear branches move within the silence, the bugs were playing music as if to entice his curiosity. No bird could be heard as he marched onward with nothing more than just hopes to find something of interest further down. The woods seemed to have moved, as he may have passed by the same tree at least two or three times, while the fog keeps everything ahead of him a secret. What fearful darkness awaits him as he inches forward and yet he cannot help but smile at the prospect? Maybe his adrenalin was racing to his head, but he could not help his curiosity to find out what exactly his hiding within these woods.
There was something just now, he could hear a voice echo throughout the forest, almost as if someone was talking about him. Has the Jabberwocky already made his move? Maybe he should have extended his contract on this earth for a bit longer, so that he could at least get just a bit further. Yet suddenly he could feel the fog around him breaking apart, it was almost alive, moving further and further away from him. The forest did not change. The trees simply look the same. The further in you go, the more you will come to realize that these trees have died a long time ago. Their life almost seemed to have passed on to ensure they would still stand strong yet brittle at the same time. Is that a light up ahead? Has he finally found the end of the tunnel that he was seeking? Maybe the stories have gotten to his head that there was some kind of monster lurking here. Whatever creature was waiting seems to have vanished and all that is left was just a wind blowing through leaves. As he kept moving forward he finally realized that the stories were true.
There was a secret kept by these woods, as once you fight your way through the Tulgey Wood you arrive at a distinct destination. In front of him stood a small deserted village, which once was full of life. Now, it seems to have been left behind for quite some time, as trees and plants have wrapped themselves around the buildings. Once there was a path that leads outside, but it seems the forest has retaken the ground to ensure that it had full control if anyone can pass through. The most curiouser and curiouser things was the fact that in this lifeless place. At the entrance gate there laid a cat, sleeping, or was he? As the traveler stepped closer the cat awoke and stared at him with large glowing eyes. After a short stretch, the stray stared at the man before him and a unimaginable grin had surfaced on his face, as he his tail broke into two parts and a voice echoed throughout the silence: “You are an interesting one, aren’t you?!”