The Soul of the Forest
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At least, that’s what we’d heard. Johnny and his gang had been through the area, shooting squirrels with pellet guns late after school, and they’d told us. “Just a single candle,” Johnny had said. “It was damn windy too, and the windows were all broken, but that candle didn’t so much as quiver.” He’d said there was a voice inside. A whispering voice, like the wind.
