I live in the middle of the woods. My friends joke that I’m of the fae and can’t grasp the idea of modern idealism because I’m so used to stepping out into the forest and exploring. I can’t remember exactly if the story I’m about to tell you took place after my parents divorce (my mum bought house a couple minutes away from my dads.) but I don’t think it matters too much. One time, my identical twin brother, lu, went out walking in the woods by himself. Which sounds kinda stupid, but it wasn’t hunting season, he was probably wearing bright colors, he had his communication device, and he knew the woods relatively well. Some of the woods belongs to our elderly neighbor, some of it the property of the historical park we lived in. I know my woods very well now, I know where spots I like to hang out are. Back to the story, lu went walking and after a while we noticed he’d been gone for quite a while. I think at one point he called us on his weird kiddy watch thing and told us he was lost. He said he didn’t know where he was, but at one point he stumbled across a little pond. My mother and I looked at a map of where we lived and found that pond, and we went to go looking for him. After quite a while we did, I don’t remember what happened after that (keep in mind I was relatively young at the time, it’s been many years) but I remember once we were back on our property he told me that he had found a “town”. He said he found destroyed sheds made of old, old metal and wire fencing. I remember him saying something about a chicken coop or doghouse, but I think it was just a shed. Now this isn’t too odd, but the thing that still bothers me to this day is that we never found it. I’ve looked through my woods many times, charted locations in my head, and I’ve never come across that little area. When I think of the memory all I can picture are sheds and a wire cage. There is a dog and I fear it may bite me.