Chapter Six: Welcome

It seemed black, and somewhat clouded. Everything was muddled, and she could make out no objects. All communication to the brain was shut off. All Becka could recall upon, was the sound off the galling glee of the girls laughter, Shock was her name wasn't it?

Becka was abashed. Who were these gruesome little people that she had just encountered. How did they know her? Why did they know her? How did they know everything about her? Where she lived? Why did she feel as if she had met them somewhere before? Why did these overly repeatitive questions still lurk in her mind?

Just then, something came into view, it felt like a river pouring through rocks on it's way downstream. It was yellow and bright, it was the light she had been longing to see for who knows how long. Becka had awakened. Her eyes were slightly open, and she could feel the light sting her pupils only a little, she covered her face for a breif moment. Trying to figure out where she was now, then it hit her. She fell through into the trunk of the Jack-O-Latern tree. But how could there be sunshine? It was dark...wasn't it?

Becka shifted her torso, inly to hear a alternation of crunching noises, and after that her skin began to itch. She took her hand away from her green disoriented orbs, and blinked a few times, she was somewhere...new. A place she had never seen of before.

The sunlight was now gone, and it was as lightless as night. She swung her build upwards, to what she guessed was a sitting postition. She looked down to her thighs, her dress was now wrinkles, and something brown and dry was resting on them, shattered into little peices. Leafs. She was sitting on Leaves. Becka was now in another forest. It was pitch black, and dead.

The moon was high above her head and seemed pale. Paler than her face, which you could guess was very pale. But the creamy whiteness, seemed to glow, the glowing was odd and frightening. And to Becka's point of veiw, times the horror by ten. She was somewhere, a place she did not know of, she was following three trouble makers that seemed unhuman, to a place of the forest near Alice's house, who had different holiday logos plastered on them, then she fell through the Holloween one, and here she was. Sitting on a pair of dead forestry, in the nighttime, alone.

She was breathing harder than normal, now increasing to hypervenilating. Her heart was accelerating one hundred miles per minute, getting ready to burst out of her chest and roll away down the maze of trees, the trees that lacked a whick of life to them, and probably get squashed by something out there, or snatched by an owl for a late midnight snack.

Wait the door! It would be open, wouldn't it? She did not close it. Her eyes shined in happiness, she was smart, so she thought. A genius. She turned on her knees to face the tree where she was lying by. But there was nothing, only a golden ball sticking out...wait a moment! It was a door knob, she enclosed her hand over it and tried to twist it, nothing. The knob would not budge. Maybe she was twisting it the wrong way? Alright, oppisite. Nope, still nothing. It was locked.

Becka growled in fustration, as she fell back onto the bedding of leaves. Feeling the anger and rage building up inside of her. This had to be a dream! A nonsensical one, but a dream non-the-less. She was nwo punding against her head.

"Come on, Becka! Wake up! Wake up!" she was now pounding on her head with the heel of her palm. The force she was using was beginning to hurt. Defeated, Becka pulled them away and stood up. Stumbling out of the palace of leaves. She glanced around for an area, a pathway. Maybe she was still in the forest, and those creepy kids dragged her here.

She smirked out of the side of her mouth. Once she found those kids, she'd be demanding answers as to why they were follwoing her. And maybe, a little about her past, they did say she had grown up. She needed to know, what happened all those years ago. Who was she? She didn't want to look back in memories, that would equal her name and a scar off her knee which must hold something. She had some of the keys, she needed the keyholes.

Maybe those three ran off somewhere, I'll follow some footprints. Becka looked around her feet and found to her left there were little foot prints that fell over one another, leading into a clearing of the trees. She took one step forward, the first step of solving the mystery of so many years ago.

She pranced over the steps in a rush, squishing them with her feet, it had gotten colder, and the whistles of the forest made her feel oblivion to reality. The owls would watch her with her oval golden eyes, and let out a hoot or two. Maybe a warning? Or just a superstition? She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down to her feet. Her hair was out of place and falling infront of her eyes glossed over with tears. She continued on a journey that had seemed like hours.

She let out a depressed sigh but came to a hault when something made a squished noise under her shoe, it was the remains of a pumpkin, and something white and formless descended out of the pumpkin, making a moun, the formless figure had a face. The eyes were large and the mouth larger. It was screaming at her, for maybe destroying it's home.

Becka's face grew rather pale, as she stumbled backwards and followed the ghost with her eyes until it descened into the sky. Her mouth was hanging open, as if it were a hinge. She looked around and noticed fences all around, spiked black metal fences. And little stones poking out of the ground, Tombstones. Each little tombstone had a pumpkin companion, as she looked ahead. But now she was standing the Jack-O-Latern patch.

Wait Becka. This could be it. Your near someplace! Usually graveyards are near something! Becka picked her rather snakey legs up, and began to run through the patch, making sure not to stumble or squash anymore pumpkins. She did not want to encounter another screaming spirit. She came to a pause as she noticed a hil at the end it curved.

"Curious." Becka shivered to herself. As she now curiously baby-stepped to the hill. She was below it, down in the pit of the tombstones and the patch. How would she get over there? She could see many more tombstones, and a gate.

Another dead end. Becka slammed her back against the soily edge, and began to throw a tantrum. Unitl something let out a gooey sticky noise. She gasped and ran backwards. She looked up to the hill, it was unraveling slowly. The spiral was now a straight line and infront of Becka, now occupying itself as a walkway to the other part.

She placed her foot on the squishy surface. She imagined this is how a lsug would feel like if it were this big. With every little progressing leap, an odd noise was made. Becka panted in releif, she was now off the curve and on the the base of the hill. The gate was a head.

Oh how Becka wanted throw her fist up in the air, and squeal out in amusement, but she didn't. She was too serious right now for that. She sprinted, sprinted down the base and to the gate, jumping over tombstones, and headstones. Avoiding rather nasty battles with snarling vines. She smiled now, as she came to the gate which was open.

It was a village or at least a town. She could see crooked buildings, with little metal chimeny spouts, and lightened windows. She walked down the steps behind the gate, and came to a square. A fountain was in the middle of it. The fountain had many odd creatures spitting out green, shining water. Everything was quiet. She walked over to the fountain, and switched her focus around, until she finally came upon a sign above the gate whence she came reading.

"Welcome to Halloween Town."