The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I got lost at a resort by chasing a dog. Then I found what I, back then, believed was a

When I was really young, I basically lived through the story of "Hansel and Gretel". The important parts at least.

It was at the 7A Resort in Wimberly Texas. Back when we lived outside of Houston, we'd go there at times as a vacation. The place was really nice as far as I recall. I really don't remember much about the resort itself, but the thing I do remember well was the "ghost town" they had. It was a whole, model, western town, complete with saloons and a barber shop. It was kinda creepy though, since they had the town populated by mannequines. There were even some in the buildings that you could see through the windows. Big fake scorpions too, just to make the place even more frightening. For the most part, the town was really empty when we were there too. I really don't remember why it was so enjoyable thinking back, the place mostly seems like a thing of nightmares.

Anyways, what happened started at the entrance to the town. I was around 5 years old, and just sitting on a bench cut out of a tree trunk (actually, it may have just been a fallen tree trunk) just passing the time. Then another person staying at the resort came by with a little dog. It was one of those small ones with curly hairs and squished up faces. The guy asked if I could watch the dog while he went to the bathroom or something and, being my age, I didn't even try to protest this. The guy left and I looked at the dog. After a few seconds of staring each other down, the dog peeled out, running right into the town. Feeling responsible for it, I ran in after the mutt.

The dog ran right through the city, heading towards the fake cemetary in the back. It wasn't that fast, but then again I wasn't that fit. Once we reached the cemetary, the farthest I had ever gone into the city alone, the dog ran through the tombstones and out a back exit. This meant it was running (and leading me) into the small woods around the resort. At least, my mother tells me it was small whenever I bring up the story. To scale though, at the time, I thought it was a huge forest. Still, I chased the dog, not even thinking of it.

The dog lead me through the woods, weaving between trees. At this point, I kept running out of breath, unable to keep up with it. Just when I would stop to give up though, the dog would stop, go over to a tree, and start peeing on it. Watching this, mixed with my exhaustion and panic, made me feel really sick. Despite this, I tried to catch up during these times. The dog would always start up again right afterwards though. Before long, I had lost it. Only once it was gone, did I realize I had also lost myself.

So, there I was, lost in (what I believed) was a big forest. I started to look for some sign of where I was, and then I stumbled upon something: a house. A small house, in the middle of the woods... with big candy canes on the sides. It was near christmas, so the inhabitants had decorated the house accordingly, but I didn't think of that. The moment I saw it, I began to panic as I related it to, as I'm sure any young child would, the house of candy from the story "Hansel and Gretel". Despite how afraid I was, I knew that I needed to get help. So, I walked up to the house, knocked on the door, and prayed it wouldn't be some old lady that opened the door.

It was two old ladies actually.

Not sure why they lived there, but the house had two old women in it. At this point, I really don't remember much, as the exhaustion and freaking out over being possibly eaten were overwhelming me. What I do recall is that the old women were very nice. They asked me what I was doing out there, chuckled at my response (probably babbled about the dog), and offered me something to eat.

After I had calmed down, they helped me to return to the resort area, heading back the way I came. This means they walked me back through the ghost town and to where I had started.

And sitting there, with its tongue happily hanging out, was the damn dog.

The thing bolted away as I walked up to the town entrance, but this time I didn't bother with it. I wasn't going to go through all that again. I thanked the old women and returned to the resort's living areas to look for my family.

Turns out, they hadn't even realized I had left. I still think they don't believe all of the story, but I'm certain it was real. I got lost in a forest and found a house of candy with old ladies inside. Ever since, it's always been my go to, "you won't believe this" story.

The House of Candy

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