Redwood Forest Monologue

“I remember tears streaming … your face … I said I'll never let you go
… all those shadows almost killed your …
… you said don't leave me … alone
But … that's dead and gone … tonight.”
Strikes of swift white light struck innocent trees, as wind howled and rain battered against the shield that separated me from the outside. One foot, two feet, I stepped out from the safe haven, like a Cobra, pounding against it protective shell, awaiting to spread its deadly poison. My face was a river, water tumbled from the top of my head to the bottom of my chin. Rustling and crackling mocked me like the darkness of the shadow, as I took every step. Branches twisted like distorted limb as if trying to grasp hold of me. The malformed mass towered over me, casting sinister shadows. As I walked closer, a brown sign emerged, “Redwood Forest”. Grotesque graffiti scribbled from the dying trees to the dilapidated sign, “Moonlight’s Curse”.
Gazing blankly on the graffiti, I was infected with the disease of the past. I was in another world, lost in the depth of an infinite oblivion. My thoughts surrounded my brain, repeating, looping like death, particularly a sentence by the director, a“Be careful, John, watch your back! Most journalists never returned and those who did called it Moonlight’s Curse”
BOOM…… I was
anchored back to reality when the furious sky suddenly rumbled, like a lion claiming its territory.
Clawing through the blanket of grey clouds, the moon revealed itself.
It was midnight. Water stopped dripping from the endless sky, while the Olympian wind loosens and slowed. Silent. No sound, but the beating of my heart. Coincidence? In the grim silence, the forest was a hundred times more frightening. Perspiration plunged down my cheeks. A strange strong sulfurous smell slithered through my nose and tickled my nerves. I immediately looked around, trying to find the source of the odor. Nothing. Trees and bushes painted on my eyes everywhere I looked. Suddenly, it happened. The moon shone as bright as the sun but extraordinarily in a straight line as if it was trying to
point.
Curiosity forced me to investigate the end of the line, even though my brain was neglecting my actions. Painful rush of dissolved dirt attacked and attached on my shoes like a magnet, as I walked. Soon, my feet was gone, concealed in the darkness of the night. 10 meters away, it was there, the end of the line. Hidden in a ring of emerging bushes. I crouched, and slowly slithered through, getting a glimpse on what the mystical moonlight has bestowed upon me. I was stone. My heart stopped. A mythical image was sketched on my eyes. I saw it, the dull yellow eyes of the creature slowly open, it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limb.
I couldn’t breathe, it felt as if someone was chocking me. Not even in my worst nightmare, I have seen such an atrocious image. I tried to wake myself up, pretending that it was just a nightmare, but the more I tried to persuade myself it was just a bad dream, the more convinced I was that this would be my final resting place. Adrenaline flew over my veins like a carp through a river, but I could not move a single muscle. Every cautious breath I took, discourages me to take another. I was utterly terrified.
It was beautiful, a prepossessing sight! –Great God! Its black skin scarcely covered its veins and muscles. Lustrous black spines pinned on its back,