As normal as everything was on the usual walk home from school, when we reached the edge of the wood line something felt unsettling. My friends Derek, Lizzy, and I had been walking this path home from school for about five years now. Typically you’ll hear some rustling or the animals in the forest that seperates our neighborhood and the field but nothing unusual. Sometimes the snow would weigh heavily, and you’d hear a branches crack in the trees. That was until today when we got just past the start of the forest making our way home, and saw it. In the beginning we all seemed to see it at once which froze us in place. What had at first looked as if someone spilled fruit punch in the snow had rapidly shown to be much more. There was a few little blood droplets in the snow when where we first got near the wood line, but nothing that seemed like more then a paper cut. This scene we stumbled upon going further around the wood line was more like something out of a horror movie. The trees at the egde of the forest near us had red splattered all over them. The entrance to the forest adjacent to us had a large red stain covering all of the snow, and the air felt heavy. Being just kids we froze in a panic for a few minutes. Deciding to run like hell seemed like the only option in the moment, once I saw Derek, and Lizzy make it to there front doors I felt a sigh of relief. I was so grateful that we made it past what we had seen with no issues but it left my mind on an endless loop of asking **WHY? **