"It's not like I have anything else to do," muttered Taylor, some snark showing. "You have come this far," said the man's voice, with good humor. "My brother and I await you at the end of the path." "Walk forward child," said the woman's voice. Older, Male, again weary, but somehow sounding wiser. "And I am here." said another voice from the opposite side. "I am here," said a voice on the dark and twisted side of the path. Taylor stopped at the sound of the voice. 'Am I dead?' she thought to herself, as she continued to walk down the mysterious path. The plants on the other were healthy and grew straight and tall.īut still, there wasn't the sound of anything living. The trees and plants on one side of the path were twisted, bent, malformed. There were no sounds save the dripping of water from the leaves. The forest she was walking through was quiet, eerily so, and shrouded in mist. Oblivious to what was going on around her, Taylor dreamed. "Hi, Dad," Taylor said weakly, trying to be cheerful as she tried to get up off the floor, "Sorry I'm late." Her glasses were broken, a spider web of cracks across one lens. Much of the flowing cascade of black hair would have to come off as well, for the same reason. Her clothes were covered with absolutely vile filth, and would probably have to be burned. She was trying to get back up, struggling with the effort. Turning the lights on, he could finally make out who it was on the floor. As he was reaching the bottom of the stair, whoever was in the house fell over, hitting the floor hard. He put on his glasses and made his way down to the living room. It was now 3:00 am, and he was still wide awake, with worry and fear, when there was a noise downstairs. The sooner they found her, they'd noted, the better.īrockton Bay was not kind to missing persons. The police had interviewed him and filed the missing person's report. His daughter, Taylor, hadn't come home from school, and he had reported her missing. Be warned, spoilers abound.ĭanny Hebert had tried to sleep. *edit 05 August 2020* : We have a FAQ, you can find it here. *edit * : A mature tag has been added while the story itself is trying to stay in the PG-13 rating, the discussion in the thread has headed into mature territory. The stations of canon have been scattered not by butterflies (who are currently migrating), but by our late season hurricanes here in the US, augmented by the remaining J-58 turbo-ramjets, YJ-63 supercruising turbojets, and RS-25 SSME Block 2 Rocket Engines. If you don't like these stories, you probably won't like this one. This story draws on elements from Taylor Varga (by MP3.1415Player)and Mauling Snarks (by CmptrWz) for the setting, with a similar pacing. *edit* : As this has come out several times, I will say this here as I'm getting tired of repeating myself : I'd like to thank MP3.1415Player, CmptrWz, DerekM, RHJunior, Taliserian for inspiration to even get this far.Īs I'm not very good with Intro material, I'll just get on with the story. No copyright infringement is intended)Īfter reading along with several Worm fan fics here, I decided to write my own.