I was alone in the woods.

I felt something, no, someone, watching me. Observing me. Carefully studying me.

I started walking quicker when I heard some rustling in the leaves. And it wasn’t wind.

I thought it was a monster when I saw brown, fluffy fur in the auburn forest.

I freaked out when I say it jiggle.

I knew it was spooky.

I knew it was scary.

I knew it was jiggly.

I knew it was hairy.

Spooky, scary, jiggly, hairy.