A Vision of Green (Florence Vaine #2)

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Authors: L.H. Cosway
thought it was just going be a weird animal or something. When we got to the swamp about a mile ahead of where we'd first heard the noise we found a bunch of dead rabbits scattered about all over the place, like around twenty of the things. Only they weren't just dead, they were completely ripped to shreds, their guts all spilling out and everything. Then I thought I saw some bloke standing behind the trees watching us, but when I blinked he was gone.”
    “ That's messed up,” says Josh, though he does look slightly intrigued.
    Both Ingrid and Caroline appear distinctly paler than usual. And I have to admit, I'm a little spooked myself. Not so much over the dead rabbits, but more because of the man Alex thought he saw behind the trees. How creepy.
    “ You never mentioned all this to John,” says Frank, eyeing Alex with some kind of unspoken meaning. Perhaps the two of them are communicating telepathically right now, the demon-cursed can do that apparently. I wonder why Frank has gone extra still all of a sudden.
    “ I don't know how you two can stand it, living so close to the forest,” says Ingrid to Alex and Frank, rubbing her hands down her arms, probably to get rid of her shivers.
    “ I think we should go and have a look now,” Josh suggests.
    Alex stares him down curiously, he seems to have come to a conclusion when he says, “Okay, if you're up for it.”
    “ We're supposed to be working guys, I think we've gotten a little off topic here,” Caroline points out. She's right, but still, there's something drawing me to the forest, a morbid curiosity perhaps.
    “ We could always go check it out, and then c-come back and finish off the project s-stuff.”
    “ What?! No we're not going out there Flo, it could be a wild animal that killed all those rabbits, it's dangerous.” Caroline looks like she's about to faint.
    “ I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I agree with the ginger, no way am I stepping foot in that forest,” says Ingrid with conviction.
    I turn a little to face Frank. “Do you want to?” I ask him.
    He smiles indulgently. “I'll go if you go.”
    “ Great, so us four can go and the scaredy cats can stay here and work on the project,” says Alex.
    I have to hold in my laughter when I see Caroline and Ingrid both regard each other with almost identical looks of horror at the thoughts of having to make small talk until we get back.
    “ Fine, I'll go,” says Caroline grudgingly.
    “ Me too,” adds Ingrid.
    We leave through the sliding doors at the back of the house and then walk across the quarter mile expanse of grass between the house and the forest.
    “ This is such a bad idea, by the way, just remember I said it first,” Caroline sighs, pulling her dark blue jacket tight around her.
    The daylight is quickly receding, the sky a rapidly darkening grey. Perhaps investigating the swamp at night is not the wisest move. But I feel sort of frightened and excited all at once. Frank's thumb is brushing back and forth over the inside of my wrist, so maybe that could account for some of the excitement.
    We all walk in silence for a bit, as our feet make crunching sounds on the twigs and debris. A crow flutters through the clearing, cawing loudly, causing me to jump with fright. I love the smell here, it's so full of plant life and earth. So green. Frank tucks his arm around my waist, with his fingers holding firmly onto my hip.
    “ You know, nobody from the town ever really comes in here,” says Ingrid. “You've got to wonder why, there's something eerie about all of these trees. It's like they're hiding something.”
    “ Well look at you, Boobs McGee, getting all deep and shit,” Alex teases, bending down to scoop up a bunch of dried out leaves. He stands up and pours them over Ingrid's head.
    She screams and shakes them out, brushing her hands all over her body as though spiders are crawling on her. “Oh my God!” she yelps. “You prick, there could have been all sorts of bugs

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