A Lone Girl in the Abandoned Forest House
Deep in the heart of a dense forest, where sunlight barely pierced through the canopy, stood an old, abandoned house. To most, it seemed like a forgotten relic, but to the girl, it was a place of mystery and allure. One late afternoon, armed with a sense of curiosity and a desire for solitude, she ventured into the house.
As she stepped through the creaking wooden door, the air inside felt strangely warm and alive. Dust danced in the faint beams of light streaming through cracked windows, but the furniture and belongings appeared as though someone had just left. Chairs were neatly arranged around a table, a kettle sat on the stove, and an old quilt rested on the bed. She wandered through the rooms, her fingers brushing against the walls, wondering who had lived here and why they had left.
After her exploration, she noticed the overgrown grass and weeds surrounding the house. Determined to bring a sense of life to the place, she found an axe leaning against the wall of the porch. With steady swings, she began clearing the area, the sound of chopping blending with the rustling of the forest. The physical effort was invigorating, but soon she grew thirsty.
She returned to the house and spotted a metal kettle in the kitchen. Taking it with her, she ventured deeper into the forest, following the faint sound of running water until she discovered a narrow, sparkling stream. Filling the kettle, she collected some dry twigs and branches on her way back to the house.
Ahe built a small fire. The crackling flames were mesmerizing as they consumed the dry wood, heating the kettle perched above. While the water boiled, she sat by the fire, staring at the stream shimmering in the moonlight. She pulled out some biscuits she had packed and nibbled on them, savoring the simple meal. When the water was ready, she poured herself a warm drink and sipped slowly, enjoying the quiet companionship of the forest.
After extinguishing the fire, she returned to the house. The bed, though old, was surprisingly comfortable, and exhaustion soon lulled her to sleep.
Morning arrived with the chirping of birds and golden light filtering through the trees. She felt refreshed and ready to make the most of her final hours in this serene retreat. She took the kettle and some basic ingredients to the riverbank. After a while, she managed to catch a few small fish. There, she cooked herself a simple breakfast, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of nature.
Once she had eaten, she packed up her belongings, ensuring she left no trace behind. As she walked back through the forest, she turned around one last time to look at the house. It stood silently, a part of the forest once more.
The experience left her with a newfound appreciation for the simplicity of life and the quiet beauty of nature. Though the house remained as mysterious as when she first entered, it had given her a memory she would carry forever.
