It was just another day in the state of Maine. The birds were chirping and it was a nice warm day. The sky had a light blue tint to it and there had been white fluffy clouds floating by on the light blue backdrop. A small town in Maine. That wasn't always the most fun place to be even for a 12 year old boy. There wasn't much to do. Adam Jacobson, a 12 year old boy. He had light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of light denim jean overalls. He had a light blue shirt on as well. He was sitting on a sewer grate and he looked down at the stream that was coming out of the grate. He picked up a flat rock and than skipped it a crossed the small stream. His mother thought it would be a great idea to go visit his grandparents.
He didn't really want to be here and he would rather be in his room playing video games. Of course they had to bring him all the way out to the country. What was worse? He was here with his two older sisters. They were teenagers and were only interested in boys. Was he the only sane one in this family. He heard a rustling in the woods. The entrance into the woods was just a few feet away from him. He turned in his head slightly to go look towards where the sound was. It was probably just some kind of an animal. There was no need to worry. He than pushed himself up off of the sewer grate and than slipped on a pair of red sandals onto both of his feet.
He took his iPod out of his pocket and pushed the white ear-buds into his ears and than turned on the iPod and than started to walk back to his grandmother's house. There had been stories about monsters in the woods. Just stories. Probably just some story that a kid at school made up to scare people. He didn't believe in stuff like that. A few cars zoomed by him. He didn't hear them because he was stuck in his own little world. Listening to his music as he continued to walk down the road. He than pushed his hands into the side of his overalls.
Maybe there would be something exciting happening today. He doubted it and he sighed softly. He walked up to the driveway and saw his mother's sedan still parked in the driveway. He wondered if there were any other kids out here his age. Probably not. This wasn't the city, this was the country. If there were other kids out here. They would probably not want to do the same thing that he wanted to do. City and country kids were different. They were both kids but they liked different things. His stomach growled loudly. He had not act anything all morning.
Of course he would be hungry and he than put his hands on his stomach to hear his stomach growl. That meant that he would have to eat in a little while. The only good thing about coming out to the country like this was his grandmother's cooking. He loved it. It always made his stomach happy. A brief smile creeped over his face. He walked down the short drive-way that lead to his grandmother's house. It was a small house. It wasn't very big and it had a red brick chimney. He watched the grey smoke roll out of the chimney. If he remembered correctly his grandmother burned wood for heat and to cook with as well.
Wood Stoves, he thinks that is what they were called and he shrugged softly as he approached the house. He walked up the steps to the house and than pushed the screen door open and than walked into the house. When he entered the house he could smell freshly baked cookies. Oh, coming to grandma's was so awesome. He loved the smell of freshly baked cookies and they smelled like they were chocolate chip cookies as well. He looked around for a minute or two. The house was silent. Where was everyone? He shrugged softly and than walked from the living-room and than into the kitchen. That is where the refrigerator was.
He walked over to the refrigerator and than opened it up and than looked inside. There was not much food in there. Well, food that he liked. He spotted a white loaf of bread and a package of lunch meat and a few pieces of cheese. That's it! He'd make a sandwich. He could do that. He took the loaf of bread, the lunch meat and two pieces of cheese and he laid them out on the counter in front of him and he than made himself a sandwich and when he was done making the sandwich he than put everything back. He took the sandwich in both hands and than started to munch on it happily.
“Weird that no one is here.” Adam said to himself, he shrugged and than walked out into the living-room and than sat down on the brown couch that was in the living-room. He continued to munch on his sandwich. There was television here but it didn't have cable and the reception was very shitty where they were. He would have to go find something to do. Maybe he could find some kids to go play with. He'd have to venture away from the house for a bit to do that. He thought he had seen a few trails out where he was venturing before. Maybe he could walk them. They couldn't lead to any place dangerous. This was the country after all. There was no dangerous place out in the country.
He thought that would be a rather good idea and he smiled and than finished his sandwich. He pushed himself up off of the couch and than walked back over towards the door. He than pulled the screen door open and than walked back outside. His mountain bike had to be around here somewhere. When he had came in he had not noticed that one of the cars was missing. Maybe they had left when he had came in. Weird, he thought he might have heard them leave. Didn't matter. He has been in his own world ever since he had came here. He walked out to the backyard and there was a small brown shed in the backyard. He walked over to the shed and than opened it up and than took out his brown, black and silver colored mountain bike and he than took the bike by it's handle bars and walked out it out to the drive-way.
The wind blew softly and it made a howling like sound – it was strange and he than got a sort of chill while the wind blew. That was strange. He than hoped up on his bike and he than started to pedal. The bike than started to move. He rode his bike about a mile down the road and he than came to what looked like an abandoned tore up old train track bed. He looked down and than saw fresh tire marks. Looked like they could be from a mountain bike just like his.
“Hey!” A voice called from behind him.
“Huh?” Adam asked, he turned his head to look behind of him. He than saw two kids behind of him. They looked about his age. He saw a girl with sandy brown hair, with light blue hair. Dressed in a pair of jeans, flip flops and black and purple camouflage shirt. The other was a boy with dark hair, camouflage colored pants, a black tank-top and a pair of black and silver sneakers.
“I'm Grace.” The Girl had said, she pointed to herself with her thumb and than smiled softly. “His name is Jacob.” The Girl said, he pointed at the boy. He had noticed that there was two bikes ditched in the bushes.
“Come on, what's your name?” Grace asked.
“Adam.” Adam said, his eyes locked on the girl and he formed a small smile on his face. “Okay, Adam, ditch your bike in the bushes or the older kids will steal 'em!” Grace said, she smiled at Adam sweetly.
Adam nodded and than did what he was told. He got off his bike and than walked it over to the bush and than pushed it into the bush. It couldn't be seen from the road and probably wouldn't be seen by anyone that was walking the train tracks either. After Adam stashed the bike. He than walked over to where Grace and Jacob where. The three of them meeting like this was weird. Like they were supposed to meet like this. Just kids, they shouldn't be thinking like this. What were they gonna do. He looked at Grace and than looked away for a moment.
“So what are we doing?” Jacob asked.
“My dear, Jacob.” Grace said, she looped her arm around Jacob's shoulder and than smiled softly. “You see that, Jake?” Grace asked, she pointed directly in front of them. There was what looked like a giant spooky trail. It looked dark and some place they shouldn't really go. Did Grace care? Oh hell no, she liked adventure. She liked to be scared and with her grandparents or parents not around. That meant she could feed her need for adventure and thrills!
“Yeah.” Jacob said and nodded.
“We are gonna go there!” Grace said in an enthusiast voice.
“I heard that trail is haunted.” Jacob said.
“Silly, Jake.” Grace said, smacked Jacob's cheek softly. “Exactly, why I wanna go!” Grace said, she gave a nice big smile.
A Haunted Trail? That might be kinda fun and exciting. Adam was so in. He noticed that Grace was sort of like the leader and it looked like Jacob wasn't really sure of what was happening. A slight smirk came over Adam's face and he than pushed his hands into the pockets of his overalls and he than looked at both of them. He than shrugged softly and he continued to study them. They seemed kinda alright for country folk. So they were gonna go see if this trail was haunted or not. If his grandmother or mother was around they would probably try and stop him. They didn't know how to have fun anyways.
“So I take it your the leader, huh?” Adam asked as he looked at Grace.
“Leader, no, just someone who gets me into trouble.” Jacob said, he chuckled softly.
“Jakey, not 'Trouble' I get you into 'Adventure!'” Grace said, than she turned to look at Adam. “You in?” Grace asked Adam.
“Yeah, sure.” Adam said, he shrugged his shoulders softly.
“Alright!” Grace said enthusiastically.
“I'm going to regret this.” Jacob said and shook his head from side-to-side. There was no going back right now. Especially with how Grace was. Him and Grace lived down the road from each other and have been friends since preschool. They were almost teenagers. He hoped they stayed like this when they were older as teenagers and than later as grown ups. Jacob and than heard something – it sounded like a dog howling or something. It was normal for this part of Maine, it was nothing but country land out here. Probably someone's stupid mutt got stuck in a bear trap or something. It couldn't be anything else than that.
“Alright, Let's go!” Grace said, she bent over and than grabbed a big stick and than tossed the two other boys sticks too. They needed a way to defend themselves if they ran into anything. They were in the Maine woods. They could run into anything. Coyote's, Wolves, A Monster, a Crazy old guy by the name of Stephen who writes books about crazy creatures that live in The Maine Woods. She smiled softly and she looked over at the newcomer. She has never seen him around here. So he must be new. She kinda thought that Adam looked like a boy from the city. She's been to the city before. Didn't really like it. It was too noisy for her.
Grace than walked in front of the two boys and they followed behind of her. Jacob was standing next to Adam. Jacob really wondered where the new kid was from. That didn't matter. Another kid around these parts was another kid. It was another person to pal around with and possibly play video games with. Jacob wondered if this kid liked to play video game's. He knew that Grace liked to play video games. She always beat him though. Jacob chuckled. Grace was such a brat.
Now it was time to turn to much more serious stuff – like how they were going to do this. How should they approach this? Most likely with caution. None of them wanted to die. They wanted to go on this grand adventure though. What puzzled them more is where their parents had gone. Adults don't just get up and vanish. Do they? Only good thing about today was the weather. It was a perfect day for a hike. All of them wanted to do this and that meant they had to get moving.
The first one to get moving was Grace, the self appointed leader of the bunch. Many of them thought she was crazy and maybe she was. She just liked the adventure and the thrill she got from it. No one would ever let her do anything like this. She more let herself do this. If she didn't do it now what kind of stories would she have to share when she was old and gray? Truth be told she had heard about the legend. That what made her interested in doing this. She started to walk up the long beaten path. Tree-branches were pushed to the side and twigs were snapped. It looked something big had been through there. Probably just a bear, right? It couldn't have been one of those things.