Young Thus began the road in the dark. Bicycles left
thin furrows on a floor covered with more snow. Everything was silent. In the distance there were some absurd and strange noises, but nothing to disrupt the ongoing sentiment felt by our youth.
A weird feeling. As they were walking on ground never before trod. As they were entering a place not really exist.
The journey seemed endless at all. At each bend in the road, even large trees threatening to obscure the same slope drawing away.
the darkness almost complete.
Yet our Friends still progressing quite well. They relied on the outlines sketched by vegetation that ran along the dirt road, and the moon that showed his nose through the spruce and fir trees, like a lantern in the middle step of the underworld.
They crossed small streams on two occasions. There were also large hills to climb, and finally found themselves overlooking a large mountain, which was located more than six or seven miles from their starting point.
"Hey! Look! We arrived at the top of the big hill! Just have to lower it and we'll be almost there! "Nicolas
shouted with excitement. The other three seemed completely exhausted by physical effort.
"Nico, you do not even think when we get off that mountain bike?
-No. We should leave here and continue on foot. "Yann
was satisfied with that answer. They then drove
bicycles along the road and began to descend in the dark this enormous escarpment.
It was impossible to envisage any other scenario.
The drop was far too large and, moreover, was made slippery with all that snow fell during the last hours. A truck or all terrain would have struggled to climb here, and this, in full summer day.
So they went down. They chutèrent sometimes. There were also a few rolls in the snow. Kevin broke his pants even believing always be on the way, when in fact he walked into the ditch.
At the bottom, our quartet rested a bit and went to the old wooden bridge spanning the river Dorval. Beyond were the famous waterfalls and, further, the three peaks of clay where Kevin had come early to raise raspberries.
"It's not there, says Nicolas. Take the small path just before the bridge. "Decidedly
, Nicolas had a lot more to say than usual. They saw each
their steps and then, after some effort, found the right path. A small path completely hidden under the branches of trees and ferns frozen. Nicolas
embarked on the path.
"Damn, but what do you take? you've already been here or what? "
Yann did not seem happy at all. He began to feel cold and even though he was the bravest of the group, became increasingly fearful at the prospect of engaging in this passage obscure.
He did not know why, darkness began to really scare him.
Meanwhile, Nicolas ignored the question of his friend. He merely said: "Come! Over here! "Kevin looked
Yann and his brother. Kevin seemed tired and discouraged. Little Alex, meanwhile, was busy with some musings known only young children.
Nobody said a word. And, curiously, as if they were arrested by the Devil himself, engaged in the narrow path.
The wait was not very long.
They saw the house.
A forgotten house of cards and plans. A house of forgotten people. Forgotten God ...
A large Victorian nineteenth century, having absolutely nothing to do there. Anachronistic and inexplicable, certainly, but equally majestic. All wood. Large windows and threatening obsolete. A wide porch overhung by huge beams Scots. Perhaps the cherry.
Two large floors topped here and there with large windows with rectangular windows.
In front of a massive dark door, almost giving the impression of a gaping mouth leads directly into the entrails of a monster. A monster
majestic, all-in-fact. But also
very old.
Many broken windows. A gray and cracked wood. An old brown dust on the steps leading to the porch and on window sills.
Part of the chimney was also collapsed, leaving the ground a pile of broken bricks haggard.
Add to this picture a thin snow cover, a dark and cloudy night, a heavy silence and, scattered everywhere, many grass fueling the feeling of abandonment and imprisonment. A table
strange.
Who wanted to go there?
Person.
"What's that? "Yann
pointed an orange object that illuminated the front of the house. A small dim light.
"It's a house," said Kevin.
- No, I'm talking about this orange object over there before the house. "They approached
so all four.
Suddenly, Yann felt his blood run cold.
was a pumpkin. Placed on a table in front of the stairs to the porch. A horrible grin carved out the flesh of the squash. Two large triangular eyes.
Three candles. One inside the fruit, the other two on each side.
"I do not like it at all! Damn, why is there a pumpkin at this point?
Let's get out! "Kevin was really
in shock. Suddenly, he would have liked to be elsewhere. Not before this house and before this nightmare sneer yellow-orange, but in the streets of Alma, picking some caramels. The city seemed so far away now. Yann
dared say a word. Completely frozen at the sight of pumpkins.
Meanwhile, Nicolas will not display at all his assurance earlier. He wanted his father to be there. And for once, he would have preferred to be away from Yann.
In the distance, an owl screamed. Some of the wind rustling in the trees.
"If there is a pumpkin is that the people inside are distributing sweets! "
Everyone turned to Alex.
It's amazing how the words of a child can sometimes dispel all fears.
Suddenly, they were almost all reassured.
Almost.
Kevin knocked on the door. There was no answer.
They went all-in-itself.
When the door closed, it is unclear how, Yann realized with horror that not only in snow were those of his brother and his two friends. How someone could he put that pumpkin on the table? Yann
turned, hoping to leave soon.
What he saw through the window was beyond human understanding.
Pumpkin, previously turned outwards and the small path, was now facing them. Looking inside the house. Yann
The heart froze in horror.
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