As the light began to fade, the shadows of the tree branches, begin to cover over the dirt path. As the boy, Caspar, steps he crunches on the dead leaves and fallen branches, he begins to hear the branches rustling as the wind whistles past his ears. He trips over and his face hits the mix of dead leaves, dirt, dead bugs and sharp twigs. As he lays on the ground he looks to his right and sees an almost illuminating, crisp white stone, which roughly resembles the silhouette of a skull, but with an oddly shaped depression on the left side. He starts to stand up as he covers his hand with his black jacket sleeve as he wipes his face, to free it from the filth. And he used his filth infested fingernails to peel the dead leaves which stuck to his …show more content…
The man continues, ‘Well many years ago, before you were even born, I was once walking in a forest, the one just out there, as I looked down to pick up a bug, I suddenly hit the ground, face first. I looked to my right and I saw this rock sitting there, covered in blood, my blood. I turned around and got up and looked around to try and find who threw the rock. There was nobody there. So I picked up the rock and cleaned the blood off of it with my blue jacket sleeve. But there was one stain that would not come off, no matter how much I tried I could not remove it. I even picked up a broken branch and tried to scrape the blood off, but it did not budge. But as looked back I saw this wonderful house, which was just built and as there was nobody there I decided to walk in and try and find a bathroom to clean the damage done by the stone. I decided to take the stone with me as it intrigued me. As I walked inside I called out to see if anyone was there. There was nobody. But then a man walked down from the staircase and he walked towards me. He looked out of breath. He turned to me and said, ‘You look like you have been hurt, let me help you clean the cut. You may use the bathroom and I will happily clean the blood from your