Part 2 — The Warning His Grandfather Never Forgot
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The voice downstairs immediately reminded Aiden of a story his grandfather had shared dozens of times.
As a child, he had heard it so often he could practically repeat it word for word.
But sitting alone in his room that night, the story suddenly felt different.
It felt real.
According to his grandfather, the incident happened when he was a young boy living near a dense forest.
One afternoon his father had him outside chopping wood.
The work was exhausting, and all he could think about was getting back inside the warm house.
The woods surrounded the property on nearly every side.
Tall trees stretched endlessly into the distance.
Even during the day, parts of the forest seemed strangely dark.
As he worked, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
His grandmother.
At first nothing seemed unusual.
Then he realized the voice wasn’t coming from the house.
It was coming from deep inside the woods.
The voice sounded cheerful.
Warm.
Inviting.
“Come out here.”
“I baked you a pie.”
“It’s still warm.”
“You should come eat.”
His grandfather remembered stopping what he was doing and listening.
The voice sounded exactly like his grandmother.
There was no doubt about that.
Yet something felt wrong.
His grandmother never went into the woods alone.
Especially not that far.
Still, the voice continued.
Calling his name.
Promising pie.
Telling him to come closer.
According to his grandfather, he had actually started walking toward the trees.
Only a few steps.
But enough.
Then his father noticed.
He immediately grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.
“What are you doing?”
When his grandfather explained that Grandma was calling him, his father’s expression changed instantly.
He looked terrified.
The old man later explained that certain things in the woods could imitate voices.
And according to local stories, if you followed them, you might never come back.
At the time, Aiden always assumed the story was exaggerated.
That night, however, he wasn’t so sure.
Because downstairs, his mother’s voice called his name again.
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