Post 1621. Tuesday January 23
My mate Brian claimed he could see strange creatures in the wood. Not nasty ones, more like mischievous sprites. Rubbish I said, take me to see them.
The next night he made me dress in black. He gave a black balaclava to wear and handed me a penny whistle. I asked why he wasn’t dressed like me and he said they knew him, but they were frightened of strangers so I needed to blend into the darkness.
At the midnight hour, Brian and I crept into the woods. He told me to sit cross-legged on the bench, close my eyes and mentally count to twenty whilst blowing my whistle. Eighteen, nineteen twenty. When I opened my eyes Brian had disappeared.
I froze as three white-faced creatures crawled towards me from between the trees. Suddenly they started bombarding me with pine cones!
I admit that as practical jokes go it was a pretty good one. But it cost Brian Paul and Simon a pint each in the pub the next night.
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