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I wasn't even a glimmer in my fathers eye, when the tainted seed of that old dark tree was planted in the back yard. But who would of known that it already had a destiny with my family and I, as soon as it's tough rigid roots were buried in the barren soil. You see this was suppose to be a gorgeous big apple tree. Something my Grandparents planted, for future family to enjoy. A legacy of fruit, and prosperity for years to come. But no fruit ever sprouted from it's branches. As the years went by, it became bigger and bigger, casting it's shadow over the house by the time I was born. It's leaves turned black as ash, and small bumps could be seen on all it's bark. It would seem this was a dying tree, but my family didn't realize the evil the resided in it's branches.

When I grew a bit older, we decided to build a tree house in it, as most children desire. Some family friends came and helped build a large wooden base, stretching from one of the biggest areas of the tree to the other, about 15 feet up. From that foundation we built short walls on the sides, and a rope, to get up and down. The tree fort was supported by ropes, wrapped around it's branches. And big, long nails, driven into it's bark. One would think it would be extremely sturdy and last for years, but nothing was ever as it seemed with that tree. One day my friend Billy and I were playing with toys on top of the fort, when all of a sudden with a SNAP of the branches, the whole fort dislodged from the tree. First the right side, and then the left! The tree wanted no part in our games and detached itself from our structure, and sent us small boys hurtling towards the ground. Billy had bruises on his head and shins, but I had broken my right arm and bruised me ankle hitting something on the way down. The tree must have laughed at our dismay, because it's tricks were only getting started.

A few months later, a cute little girl names Lindsey came over to play. She was a neighbor that lived down the street. My parent's had felt so terrible about the tree fort falling apart, they tied a large green rope to the thickest branch they could find, and attached a black rubber tire, so us kids could swing in it. My arm was still on the mend and in a cast, but I still had my left hand free. Lindsey wanted to swing and said “push me Aaron, push me!” So I grabbed her fragile shoulder, and pushed with all my might. We made a game where I would push her to the side of the tree, and back again. It was much more fun and dangerous. Like a pendulum she would swing, from the left of it, and right; kicking out her feet if she came to close to it's stump. As we were playing the game one day, my Mother called for me, and I looked over while pushing her. My hand slipped as I did and I sent her right towards the tree. She screamed as she kicked out her legs but it wasn't enough, her head snapped against the base of the tree with a THUMP. When we had made the tree fort, we needed a way to get up, so nails were installed in short boards, to form a ladder up. Well Lindsey's head bounced against one of these short pieces of ladder and her eye got caught on one of the protruding nails that wasn't quite in. Lindsey screamed as her head left the tree. It did't take her eyeball completely out but she was bleeding profusely. I could see half of her eyelid torn and hanging as she held her hand over the wound, screaming, and screaming, and screaming for help. The doctors did would they could. They sewed her up well, but the impact had ruined her vision. She went on to be blind in one eye for the rest of her life, and was never allowed to play at my house again. I missed my young friend.

After seeing the horror that the tree swing had caused, my parents decided enough was enough. They cut the swing down at the beginning of the knot, and said ,”don't ever play on this tree again.” Only the green rope was left, silently hanging down. The only thing that played with the tree from then on, were the windy nights, when it was all alone. My parents bought a large tractor tire a week later. They laid it beside the tree for shade, and filled it with sand. I had a sandbox now! It was so much fun. Sometimes I would grab the hose and flood it with water. but we never watered that big dark tree, it deserved none.

The next year we got a little dog named Dooger. He was a fluffy little dog. Full of energy he loved to play games with me, and would chase me around the back yard. He was my best friend in the whole wide world. I wanted him to sleep with me at night, but my parents didn't believe in inside dogs. They decided he had to sleep outside. He slept in a kennel for a while, but as the weeks passed, and he got a little bit bigger. My Father thought he should have a bit more room to roam. So he attached a chain to the top of a branch on the tree, so Dooger could run around. Every morning I would wake up and go outside with a bowl of fresh food for my little friend. And he would greet me with barking and jumping around. But this morning was different. As I rounded the house into the back yard I could tell something wasn't right. I dropped the bowl and screamed as I found him hanging there from the chain. His mouth wide open, hind legs swinging just above the ground. The tree made him hang himself from chasing his tail apparently, round and round.

I'd love to finish this story here,and tell you my parents said no more and cut it down. But one more strange occurrence had to happen first. The tree had isolated me at this point. It created a stigma, so none of my friends wanted to come over and play. They knew what happened to Billy and Lindsey. It then proceeded to take away my fluffy best friend. So I spent most days the same way. Flooding, and re flooding, playing in my sandbox alone.

I remember one day sitting there, and seeing the rope. It looked more green that day, inviting me to play with it. The summer day was hot, I had no choice but to stay under the trees branches; which provided looming shade like a dark cloud. I stood on the edge of the big tire, and reached out. It was a perfect distance, hanging just below my reach, about 3 feet off the ground. I leaned over propping my hand against the side of the tree, and grabbed the rope. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but my Mother had a guest, and was in the kitchen talking. I held onto the rope and swung out with glee, it was quite fun! My feet never touched the ground, and I came falling back to the top of the sandbox.I started to look up as a swung, being almost hypnotized by the trees black stained branches as it blotted out the sun. I stopped hearing the birds around me, and the rustle of the leaves against the wind. I stopped seeing anything else, but the tree in front of me. With it's branches flowing upward, in the shape of a grin. That green rope was begging me to play with it. I stared at that tree, standing on that tire, and it stared back at me. Slowly, lulling me into a state of complacency.

I still don't remember what exactly was going through my mind at the time, I was very young. I took the green rope and swung it over as I stood on top of the big tractor tire sandbox. I cautiously wiggled my feet until I was standing right on the edge. Like a trained performer, I wrapped the rope around itself, forming a make shift knot. It was by no means a professional noose, but it would do the trick none the less. The rope was just the perfect length to have the knot fall right on top of my shoulders, around my skinny neck. I could feel the tree calling me within that voice we all have in our head. It's whisper was like the soft howl you might hear in the wind. “Jump Aaron. Join your puppy in heaven. Become one with the tree. Become one of it's branches.” Like a slave to it's command I slowly edged out. After I made sure the knot was tight, I put my arms and hands gently to my sides. I closed my eyes and just as I was beginning to step out from the tire-

“No! Oh my god, Aaron, Stop!” my Mothers friend Sharon, that was visiting yelled. She must have glanced out the window while they were talking, and saw what I was about to do. They both ran out outside as fast as they could. I opened my eyes looking over in their direction, noose around my neck, feet planted on the side, and watched them run over screaming. It was as if it was a movie, and someone had played it forward in slow-motion. One grabbed me and held me up, as the other frantically pulled at the rope, removing it, from around my little head. Of course there were questions. “What was I thinking? I could have been killed!,” they said. I knew myself that the tree telling me to jump made no sense. So I never told a soul what it really said.

I think my parents sensed that something was evil and wrong with that tree. First the tree fort breaking, and poor Lindsey losing an eye. My little dog being hung from his own chain. And now their own son, trying to hang himself on the same branch as well. The very next day a team of tree removers showed up, and they cut that dark, blackened tree down. They removed every one of it's wart like leafed branches, and then threw poison on what couldn't be removed by saws. If this were any normal tree, it should have withered up and died; it's roots having nothing left to feed. But the killing tree refused to die.

Even to this day when I visit home, I can see the remainder of it's black stump, peering it's head just over the grass line; begging for someone to come play with it. Good thing there's nothing left for it's evil device to use, and it's nothing but a stump without branches. Sitting, waiting patiently, for it's next victim that will never come; as it lays above the ground.

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