The forest felt cool, shadows curling around me as I walked alone. A child’s whisper slithered through trees, soft, but calling my name. I followed the calling voice, leaves squishing under my feet, until it stopped, as I reached a twisted, ancient tree. My heart pounded. Why has I been led here?

I sat on a rotting box, thoughts booming in my skull, rear rising like a tide. The silence pressed closer, when I turned to investigate, and when I turned back and then back around—

“AHHHHHHHH!”

A crusty skeleton loomed over me, bony fingers stretched, a white old cloak dripping into red mist. The whisper didn’t call me for help. It lured me to my doom.