Mark was on his way to his parents' house. His mother and father had died in a car crash recently. They had lived in that house for 25 years. Mark regretted moving out. If only he had stayed for 2 more weeks, he would have more time to spend with them. But that time was gone now.

Mark got out of his car. In front of him stood a little cottage. His mother's orchids were still in their pots. A few of them had wilted. There was a cobweb hanging of his father's rocking chair.

A tear slid down Mark's face as he remembered his mother teaching him to water the flowers. His father on his rocking chair, sipping his coffee.

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Mark decided to walk around. Explore the little area. The cottage was built on a hill. The nearest neighbours were at least half a mile away. Mark's parents always thought neighbours were noisy and annoying. No surprise they bought this house to live in.

Mark stopped on his tracks, seeing a forest bellow the hill.

"Strange, I don't remember seeing that. I've only gone for two weeks. Surely I can still remember that forest if it was there." Mark thought to himself.

He decided to go in to the forest. He soon saw something that made him gasp in awe.