CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

If Harold, Penelope and Derek thought the forest was dark, it only got darker when the sun disappeared into the sky completely. It got so dark they couldn't see each other's silhouettes and had to use their flashlights to navigate past the naturally grown hedges of their odd environment.

Having trekked what Harold calculated to be one-fourth the total landmass of the forest, they were physically tired and when they got to a snug location that gave them an almost 360° of the trees that surrounded them, they decided to rest there for the night because they couldn't take the chances of continuing only to be devoured or to find a place that wasn't as good as the one they had come across at that moment.

As they settled on the small space that had soft grasses that popped out of the ground like they were on a picnic—without its luxuries, they continued their discussion, this time being Penelope's turn to talk.

“I grew up with my grandmoth