"Go on then" said a brown haired brutish looking boy as a young fair-haired girl stared down the tree boarded bridleway towards a very large, gnarled and twisted oak tree at the end.
Taking a deep breath the young girl opened the gate and stepped through it. The faint morning mist thickened slightly as the gate snapped shut behind her.
A cold wind picked up, chilling the air around the children.
The girls breath clouded slightly before her as she walked slowly down the path her eyes taking in every tree and movement around her although her eyes barely straying from the old oak tree.
The brutish boy who had dared her to touch the forbidden tree and his friends watched with grave trepidation from beyond the safety of the gate.
The woodland trees creaked and groaned within the winds icy grasp, leaves rustled on branches as the girl reached the gnarled old oak tree.
"I think she's gonna do it" a small wimpy boy whispered to the group causing the brutish boy to turn around
"Shut it squirt" he said angrily raising a fist to belt him. At that moment the young girl stared at the blackened trunk, stuck out her hand determinedly and touched the oak tree.
The second her hand touched the tree, the temperature dropped significantly going from cold to freezing, an ear-piercing shriek filled the air.
The trees creaking wildly as the wind kicked up violently whipping the girls' clothes and hair as she fell against the tree.
"Lets get out of here" the brutish boy cried and the children fled from the gate in fear, leaving the young girl all alone.
A dark cloaked figure formed out of the mists before the girl, she got to her feet shivering slightly.
"Who are you?
" a voice in the wind asked as a sudden and unusual warmth spread itself through the young girl as she looked up at the figure's skull-like features, an unearthly grin forming on her face.
An hour later the young girl walked down the main road of her village. Adults raised eyebrows as she walked passed but merely shrugged off the weird feeling they had.
The children who had seen her do the dare saw her for what she'd changed into and shrank away in fear from her as she passed.
The young girl opened the gate to her garden with a grin, closing the gate she almost ran up the garden path to her house.
The flowers bordering the pathway fluttered in a non-existent wind behind her, a slight frost settling on the soft petals.
The girls rosy cheeked mother greeted her at the door as she entered the house. The young girl replied to the greeting warmly before running up to her bedroom, the faint icy wind following her.
She reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
The faint icy wind fluttered at her curtains and bedclothes, faint spots of frost settled in hard to reach areas, on the spider webs in the corners and the fine bee ding of her coverlet.
The young girl walked over to the mirror sitting on her chest of drawers. She lifted it up carefully and looked into it. What was in the mirror would have made braver men shrink away in fear.
For what looked back was a dark black hood covering a silvery blue hued human skull.