A bright light pierced through the trees into my eyes blurring my vision. As my eyes adjusted the blurr started to clear. The bare branches spiked into the sky, and a black shadowy figure stood a few meters in front of me. Blood red roses started to darken the woods as I walk further down the unknown pathway.
Cold water splashed up against my calves, leaking through my shoes as I start to pace cautiously through the icy creek. The nerves in my stomach are telling me to run but my curiosity forces me to stay, stay in the chilling creek, stalling my numb toes.
The air is toxic, damp leaves and dead birds mixed with the sweet scent of flora covering the forest floor. The expired metallic water in my bottle slips down my throat making me want to gag. A cold breeze is screaming into my ears. The harder I try to keep my feet quiet the more noise I seem to make, stepping on dried twigs and kicking stones. I venture further and further into the unknown and the forest closes behind me. As I peer ahead of me the mysterious figure in front of me vanishes leaving me, alone, in the murky darkness . . .
