As I skipped down the road, the wind merrily floated along beside me on the cobbled road. A tall shadow loomed over me, somewhat welcoming. I stepped into the forest, and took a deep breath of the earthy air.
"The forest," I whispered, quietly moving through the foliage. "Nothing better after a long day." My hand reached into my bag, and I pulled out paper and a pencil. The essentials for sketching. A squirrel twitched on the bark of a tree, and birds sweetly chirped in the trees. I kept moving through the foliage of this peaceful place, and it kept getting quieter, and quieter. Soon, I looked up, and the branches were empty. My blood ran cold. Where was I?
My legs shaking, I shuffled forwards, eyes darting around, always looking. Bare trees reached up, like ghosts rising out of their graves. The further I went, the more parched the ground became, and the quieter the distant sounds of the forest were. It was as if the world was on mute.
Is that why I became so relieved when I heard that eerie humming, so long ago?
My eyes fell upon a single, wide tree amongst this death place, inviting smells seeping through the door, light shining from underneath. I stood there, staring.
"I'm sure it's fine." Gulping, I stepped forwards. One. Two. Three. Four. I knocked on the door. It opened. I ran backwards again, stopping, gazing in horror at what was watching me.
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