The trip into town to get the ribbons was…interesting, to say the least. We got a lot of stares and people whispered to each other, and otherwise acted weird. But it wasn’t the sort of attention you’d expect to get wheeling an ungodly amount of black, yellow, and red ribbons in a handcart down mainstreet.
People seemed excited to see the preparations, for what I didn’t know yet. A few even came up to us and asked to touch the ribbons. We said yes; I couldn’t what harm that would do. Some even tried to inconspicuously follow us for a while, pretending they happened to be on their own errands in the same direction we were headed. Thankfully, they gave up on that once we turned onto a residential road.
“So, what do you think are the options of where this could be going?” said Anna. “Say this was a movie, what would you expect would happen?”
“Oh boy, nowhere good.” I said. “There’s definitely a monster in the forest.”
“For sure. And this event tonight doesn’t bode well.”
“No, not at all. I usually don’t watch movies with culty things in them.”
“You’re thinking about Midsommar, aren’t you?”
“Trying not to,” I said. “But regardless of the ribbons, we know this really isn’t a cult. Even though if it was a movie it totally would be anyway. And we know that the participants don’t die. They don’t even warn other people against going. At least not the ones I’ve talked to.”
“They could be imposters.”
“Yeah, but in a movie though. I don’t think that’s what really happened.”
“That would be a little far-fetched.”
“Another thing, though. When I asked about the rabbits, Echart said that what happens to them happens to all of us. But I don’t think that means death, because we know the participants in this don’t die.”
“Unless he meant all of us, eventually.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t seem like that’s what they’re for. I don’t think the adults would encourage the kids to be playing with them and getting attached to them if that was the case.”
“Then what does it mean?”
“I have no idea.”
We trundled along in silence for a while, and I stared at the ribbons. This conversation had not made me feel any better about what was going on.
“Well, what if it wasn’t a horror movie?”
I shrugged. “Then it’s a weird artsy flick and we’re going to get married to the thing in the forest. Or the rabbits.”