Continue the Story: "The Trees Can See"

[The Bloofer Lady]

...scorched earth surrounding me in a large circle. The enormous tree was..gone! My hands were trembling and I felt very unsettled indeed!

[tfantasy]

I was unsure what to do or if I should even move at the moment. Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice.

[The Bloofer Lady]

I turned my head as she stepped toward me. She was unlike anything I had seen before. Her skin was coppery brown and she stood over 7 feet tall but as thin boned as a small child. She had no eyes..only openings..and no hair on her head.

[Jake.Ashworth]

She was beautiful in a strange way. She reached out her thin arms, beckoning me to come to her. The air around her seemed to shimmer and ripple.

[The Bloofer Lady]

I wasn't afraid..far from it to be honest. The rippling around her intensified and I noticed small appendages round her torso that appeared to hold pulsing organs..a heart or lungs possibly? As I started towards her my foot struck a protrusion from the scorched earth. I looked down to see the bloody half of a human face!

[Jake.Ashworth]

I stalled for a moment, looking closer at the mangled thing. Then horror surged through my body. The destroyed thing that used to be a face, was my own staring blankly up at me. My hands shot straight to my face.

[The Bloofer Lady]

They clamped reassuringly on my face and I didn't want to let go. I felt weak with relief but peered through my fingers at the horror that lay at my feet. Then the earth opened up to swallow the face and pulled me along with it.

[Jake.Ashworth]

I scratched and clawed at the ground trying to keep myself above the earth. The woman reached out for me as if she were trying to help.

[The Bloofer Lady]

In the spiralling sand I was twisted to and fro, all the while trying to avoid the dead mirror face. Everything came to a standstill and the woman made to grasp at me but all I could do was...
fall.

[Jake.Ashworth]

I felt the earth close in around me and watched as the last speck of light faded away. Sinking through the dirt I could feel the roots of trees scraping along my arms and legs like pointy fingertips.