Margaret Wallace was your average, everyday housewife. She was born and raised in Queens, NY. She got married right out of high school at the age of 19 to her high school sweetheart, David. They were perfect for each other. They actually waited until their wedding night before they had sex. They were two young kids who basically did what they were told to do by their parents. Margaret was a sweet, young woman who was always willing to help out a person in need.
David worked for his father in the family business. His father owned a Deli in Queens and was planning to retire soon. He was going to hand over the Deli to David and move to Florida. The Deli was in a good location and did a lot of business. With a little help from David's father, they were able to purchase a small home in Westchester County, NY. David's Father wanted them to stay in Queens, close to the store. But the young couple decided that they wanted get out of Queens. They wanted to move to upper Westchester and start a family. They were tired of living in the city. They were fed up with the noise, the crime, and the hustle and bustle of living in the city.
They loved their new home. They lived on a 3-acre plot that was surrounded by woods. Their closest neighbor was about 300 yards away. They loved the peace and quiet that living north of NYC afforded them. Even David's father who was against them moving to Westchester County loved the house. He loved the peace and quiet. He loved nighttime the most. It was unlike living in a city where you heard cars going by honking, people yelling at each other, kids playing loud music as they drove by your house at all times of the night. The sound of crickets rubbing their wings at night was the only sound they ever heard.
Margaret worked three days a week at the Deli with her husband and the rest of the week she went to Westchester Community College in Valhalla. She wanted to become a nurse because she loved helping people in need. In Margaret's eyes, she had a perfect life. She had a husband who loved her and a nice home where she planned to raise their children.
They ran into their neighbors one day while they were out shopping in town. They talked for a while to the older couple. It was close to noon so they all decided to have lunch together. The Johnston's had lived in their house for around 15 years.
The ladies were chatting about where to shop and stuff and the men where talking about their commutes to work. Mrs. Johnston abruptly stopped talking when she heard her husband say,
"Have you guys been down to the lake yet?"
David looked confused, He hadn't seen any lake and wasn't sure what Mr. Johnston was talking about.
"What lake?" David replied which got Margaret's attention.
"The one behind our houses... It's about a half a mile through the woods... It actually belongs to the people who live on the other side of the lake. There's a huge mansion on the other side of the lake and the lake belongs to them."
Margaret was very interested in what Mr. Johnston was saying. Mrs. Johnston had a terrified look on her face. She sat in silence while her husband described the lake to the young couple.
Mrs. Johnston finally couldn't take it anymore and she interrupted her husband,
"Honey you shouldn't tell them about that evil place."
Mr. Johnston started laughing and then looked over at the young couple that looked confused.
"Don't pay attention to my wife. She thinks the woods are haunted."
He then continued,
"About half way to the lake there's and old tiny broken down abandon Chapel. From the looks of it... its probably 200 years old... its nothing but a bunch of old rotting logs and rocks now."
Mrs. Johnston felt a little embarrassed as her husband spoke. Her husband then told the young couple how one day he was in the house and heard his wife screaming. He ran to the back of the house to see his wife come running out of the woods with her dress torn and screaming that some one was chasing her. When he looked into the woods all he saw was a bunch of rabbits.
Mr. Johnston broke out into laughter and the young couple laughed with him. But Mrs. Johnston remained silent.
"Ha... Ha... very funny... You'll stay away from that lake! There is something evil in those woods and it isn't a bunch of rabbits."
After lunch, the two couples split up and went their separate ways. Margaret was excited; she couldn't stop thinking about the lake and the woods. She asked her husband if he wanted to check it out when they got home. He told her that they had a lot to do and by the time they got home it would be dark. He told his pretty wife that he would take her to the lake next Saturday. Margaret was disappointed. She didn't want to shop any more. She wanted to go and explore what was behind her home with her husband. All this time she thought there was nothing but forest back there. Not only did she want to see the lake, she also wanted to see the ruins of the old chapel.
Her husband always left for work very early in the morning. Even when she didn't go to Queens with him, she would get up with him at 4 am in the morning and have coffee with him. Just before he walked out of the house her husband turned to her and said,
"Hey you be a good girl and stay out of the woods... I don't want that gang of killer rabbits to hurt you."
"Ha... very funny," Margaret said back to her husband.
After her husband left for work Margaret tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't. She was still thinking about the conversation from the previous day with the older couple from down the road. She couldn't understand why Mrs. Johnston was so scared of the woods. She started laughing thinking about Mrs. Johnston running out of the woods while being chased by a bunch of little rabbits.
Margaret got out of bed around 8 am and did some chores around the house. By 9:30 she was done. She kept looking out of her kitchen window toward the thick forest. The curiosity of what laid on the other side of the woods was killing her. That's when she made up her mind that she was going to check it out for herself. The thought of going into the woods alone excited her. She had never done anything like this before. She thought to herself how she has never done anything on her own. Her entire life she had always been surrounded by people. She thought this would be a great time for her to try something out on her own. She soon felt silly talking to herself about what she should or shouldn't do. She was 25 years old and had never really done anything that excited her this much.
She remembered Mr. Johnston saying that half way between their homes was a path that she could follow into the woods. She threw on an old short dress that she would wear around the house. She figured she would make a day of it. She went into her garage and got an old book bag that she had. She made herself a sandwich and packed a few bottles of water in her bag. Her husband would not be home until around 7pm. She knew she would be back long before he got home so there was no reason to leave a note or anything like that. Plus he never called home while he was working because he was just too busy.
That morning Margaret left her home for the first time in her life not knowing where she was actually going. This also excited her because she had always felt that her entire life has been on a schedule. She'd never gone some place that she didn't know where it was exactly. She grabbed her bag and set forth on her little adventure. Back in Queens, she wouldn't dare go any place alone. But she felt safe and comfortable in her new environment. The plush soft grass of Northern Westchester County replaced the concrete she had walked on all her life.
She walked about a hundred yards past her home until she came upon the path that was leading to the forest. As she walked into the forest, she felt confident. She felt good that she was finally doing something on her own, even though it was just a little hike through a forest. After walking about 200 feet the path slowly started to disappear. But the forest wasn't that dense and she could see clearly. The only sounds she heard were her footsteps crushing small branches. Occasionally she would hear the sounds of small little animal scurrying about.
Margaret walked through the woods. She heard a branch break and it startled her. She quickly turned around and saw a small little kitten. She wasn't sure what to make of it. She started to wonder how the little kitten got into the woods. She put her bag down and started walking toward the kitten. When she stepped on a branch the kitten got spooked and hid under a log.
"Don't be afraid little kitty... I'm not going to hurt you."
Margaret loved cats, but her husband was allergic to them so when she moved she had to give her cat to her cousin. She bent over the log to try and see if she could retrieve the poor little animal, who she was sure was lost and hungry. She was so focused on helping out the kitten that she didn't pay any attention to the sounds of branches breaking behind her.
Out of nowhere she felt a hard tug on her hair and her head was yanked straight up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw what had grabbed her. It was a big white man with a beard. Immediately she was terrified. She was about to scream, but the man quickly pulled out a switchblade and pressed the cold steal blade against her chin.
"Don't make a fucking sound... you make one sound and Ill kill you and bury your fucking body in these woods."
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