![]() ![]() She’d been a student and climbed over the fence to see the forest, but no one would let her back into the school grounds, so she’d wandered off and died out there amongst the trees. A girl’s ghost was out there too, everyone knew. A boy had run off int o those woods, said a popular rumor, and when they found him he’d been bound to a tree and mutilated. There was a period of time, she recalls, when the students were afraid of the woods at the top of the hill behind the school. This is what came to mind early on while reading Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go, as its narrator Kathy reflects on her early youth at Hailsham boarding school. We would go to the edge of the woods and p eer into it, looking for flashes of movement, giddily telling each other that we’d seen something (just over there!), but that now it was gone. ![]() Even if it was me who originally dreamed this up, and it could have been, I ended up believing it for a time and so did a number of others. I can’t remember who first decided a witch lived there, but I can remember it was some twisted, vile creature who wanted to spirit us away into what at that time seemed no less than a haunted forest. ![]() When I was in the first grade of elementary school I believed that a witch lived in the patch of woods beyond the soccer field. ![]()
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