There’s a monster in these woods or so these stories say, no matter the truth no monster nor forest is worse than going back _there_ and so I don’t stop running deeper into the trees. I’m lost I know I am, I definitely know I’ve been running a while when some sort of fog starts to rise to my knees, I don’t know what that means all I know is it feels so much more unnatural than it looks, if I were anywhere but in it I would think it made the forest look beautiful but here it just makes it feel suffocating.

Im no stranger to spontaneous feelings of dread but this… Maybe im panicking but I keep looking around as if someone is coming to save me, for a second I thought maybe there was when I saw something move from the trees.

As soon as I see it I freeze but somehow, someway, I’m not afraid, of course I am afraid of the forest and the fog and the setting sun but the towering seven foot tree-person in front of me, somehow seems less threatening, maybe that’s what adrenaline is, although I thought that was meant to give me the ability to run away about now.

Even if I was going to get it together before I had a chance to it raised its arms, this thing, they look gray, almost charred and yet the way they move doesn’t seem nearly as unnatural as their appearance. I tense more at the feeling of its hands tracing over my body, they seem more… curious than threatening, as though this being however scary or however gruesome has been craving company as much as I have.

I’m very lost in these woods but they seem even more so than I

I feel some sort of unnatural pull to give in to some semblance of safety, of _home._

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_- _**I’m sorry I don’t have it in my today but Ty for reading**