Under blue skies, the live oaks were just trees — hearty and expansive trees.
But in the feeble light of waning days or the frequent forays of morning fog, the rangy and sinuous moss-draped limbs became a Lovecraftian monster, head stuck into the damp loam in an attempted retreat to the underworld.
And if one stood still enough, those limbs just might start to writhe.
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Awesome! I like it! It has a sort of dilemma and morality to it. I would recommend a haunting forest from my country. It’s called the Baciu Hoia Forest. The branches of the trees are so entangled that the forest almost looks like a gigantic cobweb. 🙂
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Sounds like a fun (and creepy) place to visit. Thanks.
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It’s in Cluj, the west side of Transylvania.
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Yes, I’ve heard of it, and would like to go some time. I haven’t yet been to Romania, despite having been to Hungary many times.
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