Deep in the woods, following the worn animal path to the cavern that I know well, I feel a little lighter and less depressed. Every kid has been here at least once in their life, long before the vampire attacks. This used to be the go-to spot to hang out, play, and swim in the lake nearby, and the path made it impossible to get lost. Animals walking the link to their watering hole once you reach the shadowy depth of a forest so dense that it’s permanently in shade, even on the brightest of days.
I know this is why he chose this place. In my memories, he would have seen I frequented it a lot with my brother, Jasper, as a child. He knows I know it well. No one comes here now; they’re too afraid, yet every kid knows the way and knows exactly how to get here. The fear of vampires still haunt
