2009 Halloween - Butcher in the Leaves

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Crunch.

That was about the only sound that Vincent could hear for miles. The crunching of his feet onto the immense amount of leaves piled all over Price Forest. Vince is an aspiring photographer and journalist, but knew it was about time for him to depart from Price Forest. He had a compass handy, but wasn't quite sure which direction he came from. He wasn't exactly fully prepared for something like this, and he knew that autumn wasn't exactly the most stellar time to rest around -any- makeshift campfire.

So Vincent continued his endless hike until he felt one hundred percent jaded. He passed a small camping community who gladly offered him a loaf of bread, which he kindly accepted, but there was nowhere for him to stay in the community. So he meandered onward through the forest until the moon was fully visible in the sky.

Now it was pitch black excluding the few slivers of moonlight shining through the fall trees. Vincent couldn't see a damned thing, and the path sure wasn't getting any wider. This winding, elongated path seemed to stretch through the forest for hours, until Vincent saw a post sign.

Manningham Manor

He figured this would be a great place to stop by and perhaps take pictures with some light. Vincent's flashlight doesn't have batteries right now, so he has to walk without. He easily flicks the flash on.

As he creeps onto this shady property covered completely in grime, filth and, well, leaves, Vincent begins to feel fatigued and light-headed. He attempts to completely neglect the agony he's feeling in his head and in his body. He thought his last repast, that loaf of bread, might have been the cause, but he didn't feel like this until he stepped foot on Manningham Manor.

Vincent, however, felt completely compelled and attached to this dilapidated but absolutely immense log cabin. This may be the best story to finally produce a photo book on it. (WIP)