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the Story
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There was a big hole in the woods. It had always been there as long as I could remember. My sister and I would see it a lot as we played in the creek. Sometimes we’d throw things in it, but, we never saw anything come out.
The hole would get a little bigger every few months- not by much, but enough to be noticeable. When I got a little older, when its size could swallow me up, I could feel a cool draft if I stood just right in front of it.
Though we weren’t afraid of being near it, we were afraid to go inside of it - especially because it wasn’t just a hole, but a tunnel. When we dared each other to get close, we could see the ground curved down, deep into the earth; if I had the courage, I could have crawled in and stood up inside that tunnel, even the last summer I saw it, when I was 14.
The fact that it got bigger was not scary. It was close to water, and the bank overflowed every time it rained. Maybe the water washed out the dirt a little at a time. There were also a lot of wild animals around. They could’ve made the pit grow, it could’ve been a nest or home. It could’ve been a dog. Dogs love to dig.
It was a fun mystery we’d talk about.
The part that did scare me was how the dirt looked in the tunnel. There were scratches all inside - long, thin gouges, like the whole thing was dug by something with little fingers. At the entrance, though, there were other kinds of marks. It could’ve been my imagination, but, it was almost as if something was pulled into the tunnel. Deep scratches and messy prints about a foot from the hole sometimes appeared. They reminded me of when a cat gets picked up by a little kid and they hold onto the couch or their cat tree, trying to stay where they are.
Soon, the weather and creek would wash these marks and thoughts away.
One day we had a fight. I don’t remember what it was about. I was so mad, though. She carried around this little yellow toy from a kid’s meal; she was very attached to it for some reason. I remember picking it up from the ground and throwing it in the hole, knowing we’d never see it again. We fought more and worse that day, and I felt a little bad afterwards. Before gping home, I peered into the hole, standing closer than I’d ever stood before - but I couldn’t see the little yellow thing anywhere. I didn’t go in to look for it, and when I got home, I got into trouble.
The next week we were back by the creek and on better terms. Walking by the hole, I saw something yellow in the leaves. It never mattered much before, but there were always strange things in front of the hole. Sometimes, there were piles of bright stones or berries, dead birds, tufts of animal hair; they were always gone the next time we were by - whether it was the next day or week. It was weird, but I always explained it away with ‘the animals did it.’
This felt more off. I felt that tingle of fear in my spine and I couldn’t think of any words to say. I was scared, seeing it there. I was too scared to move and too scared to say so, because what if something was in that hole, listening and waiting to come out? My sister saw it and started to run and grab it, but I held her back. Taking a long stick, I batted the toy close to us before picking it up. There were no teeth marks, scratches, or anything on it.
Maybe I overreacted, but we never played there again. It felt like something inside that tunnel wanted us to come close and I still believe that.
I went by a few autumns later, to see if the hole had gotten bigger. I didn’t see it, but it could’ve been covered up with leaves; sometimes the hole or part of it would be hidden with them or debris from the creek.
What do you think was in that tunnel?
-submitted by Caitlin Asprey from Stockdale, Ohio


