The Barn
Sarah felt a chill in the air as she made her way through the tangle of thorns, having strayed from the footpath, one that she was very familiar with but which today seemed to have disappeared right in front of her. It was late spring, and life was beginning to sprout all around, however this morning there was a frost on the ground, and Sarah could see her breath in the cool morning air. She stood still for a moment, trying to get her bearings, looking for familiar landmarks, listening for sounds which may help her identify her location. As she stood, she had the uncomfortable feeling that eyes were upon her, but was unable to see anyone or anything. Other than the breeze rustling the few remaining leaves on the trees, and the distant rumbling of what sounded disconcertingly like thunder, there was not a sound.
