[恐怖小说]The Visitation(10)

My mom found the key sets in his trouser pocket. Then we all aim to that shed. To describe our pace that time as "running through the open fields" isn't exaggeration.
We found that shed exactly the direction my uncle had mentioned. In the edge of that forest, fog and haze fully taught us the meaning of "gloomy"--even the most experienced hunter will uncertain about the way to the pray and lost in the middle of nowhere in such a bad condition. There was something that let us even more puzzled--that forest didn't have its position in our memories. Maybe the time is long enough for us to forget the surroundings of the farmyard, maybe we didn't give it a care, maybe the power of nature could build up a large quantity of trees in decades. Goosebumps came across our bodies, but we gave ourselves such explanations above to comfort our nerves. None of which was right after I received that telegram.