(I am writing here to tell what happened to me when I was 14 years old, I am telling it here because my friend said that this story fits here. The names and name of the city have been changed to protect the privacy of people in a given story)
A short presentation of events to make history make sense
From birth, I lived with my mother, brother, father and grandparents on my mother's side, in a grandparents' family house that stood near the forest, we were only two houses apart. When I was five, my parents divorced and I stayed with my grandparents with my mother and sister Until my tenth year of life, when we moved one city away, I experienced it a bit because I wouldn't see my best friend Martyna so often (changed name). Even if I moved out, I continued to visit my grandparents and also Martina, who had three sisters and a brother, Martyna's older sister got a puppy girl for her birthday. This bitch was a mongrel but she was to grow into a large dog, but it did not happen because she was small and she had no problem passing through the gaps in the fence, which led to her often leaving and in consequence of having puppies every year.
Now to history (I was fourteen at the time)
As I wrote above, this bitch had puppies every year which, like her, had no problem passing through the fence, which unfortunately often led to the death of puppies through the wheels of cars. One day when I was at Martyna's, I saw her father pack the last white male in the box, I left the room of my friend, I asked him where he was taking him, he replied that he had found a new home for him and that he was to deliver it there, knowing that the next puppy would get a new loving home comforted me so I said goodbye to the puppy, I turned and returned to Martyna. That same day, maybe half an hour later, I wanted to go home, which was at least twenty minutes away and as I walked I noticed that my friend's family car was still standing by the fence, I didn't pay much attention to it but it seemed strange that he would go on foot there were many houses here, grandmother's neighbors already had a dog and further neighbors son was allergic and bus ride with a small puppy in a box would not be the nicest but I should judge?
I came back to my grandparents, ate dinner and found that I would go for a walk in the woods, I would take a bag with a sketchbook and maybe something would sketch flowers or trees, my parents would always warn me not to go or not go there because something could happen because you never know who is prowling there. the child scared me, I imagined a terrible clown standing and waiting for me by the trees, now it didn't scare me anymore and I went for a small walk to one of the larger hills. I am quite a pessimistic person with an ideology that what is going to happen, I was walking along the well-known path of sand with many trees around and roots sticking out from underground I was going further and further but I was not afraid I knew this way because it is most often taken walking path forest it started to thicken, which seemed a bit strange to me because I didn't remember it, a strange thing happened when I knew that usually there was a swing in this part of the road, but now it is gone.
"Maybe it broke off" was my first thought, at the next turn I saw something that stopped me in the place I saw a box and next to a small white puppy his head was disgustingly twisted not naturally "twisted neck" thought ran through my head, this view and thought caused a sudden feeling of hot sinking into the ground I felt in danger but I stood there sweating and I looked at this little dead body as if my life depended on it. I don't know how much I stood there, but I felt as if it were eternity, the air was stiff and I felt I was having trouble breathing.
Suddenly I heard a loud man's scream, almost a whine I started running, I didn't know where I just didn't look straight ahead, where I turned next to how many trees I ran, at one moment I turned and kept running, (buff) I hit something at full speed falling my bag opened and everything flew out: phone, headphones, sketchbook, pencils on the ground, they will be on the ground I crawled back until I hit my tree with my back I looked at all sides my heart was beating fast I lacked oxygen and every breath hurt me I felt that I was burning from the inside warm condition was not good and I was panting. I looked in all directions, I knew that even if I do not have the strength for everything I have, I want to go home now.
Slowly I got up from the ground, knelt down and started collecting my things one by one, my headphones next to the bushes my phone was broken but it worked I could not see my pencils anywhere and a lot of pages fell out of the sketchbook I collected them one by one when I discovered it. After I discovered one card with a drawing of field poppies, I saw a prosthesis of the hand, the whole card did not cover it, most of it was more behind the tree, only part of the fingers were covered with cards, it looked like old metal silver from which the old black paint of the fingertips was already falling off, like the place of hand bending they were falling apart from rust.
The skinny hand, completely white with short, almost pulled out dirty nails, came out as if behind the trees, she grabbed the denture strongly, as if she was afraid that she would drop it slowly, she began to lift it but did not disappear behind the tree, I could not see anyone behind the tree, the hand just stretched higher and higher slowly towards the tip trees careful for every single branch and twig almost at the very top where around the leaves and the branch I could only see the sole of the shoe. I felt tears running down my face and dripping down my chin, I felt a huge stomach ache as if someone had knocked me down or I would vomit eyes they smoked terribly and the forge blinked every blink even more pain, I had no trouble catching my breath but each subsequent one caused a feeling of pins in my chest.
Then I lost consciousness and at least I think so when I opened my eyes I saw that I was at the foot of the mountain to which I was heading, when I wanted to get up I got a terrible feeling of numbness in my legs I noticed that my bag was lying next to me my things; the phone was still broken, my pencils on smaller and my sketchbook missing even more pages, especially those on which wild animals were drawn and field flowers were all in place. I returned home grandma was surprised that I came back so quickly. I didn't tell anyone that and on the next visit to Martyna she was crying.
Her father is missing.