The Woods

The rain is full of ghosts tonight.

There's smoke in the air.

The smell of fire is on the wind.

speak softly as you walk this road.

A chill runs up your spine.

The silence slowly fades.

There are voices among the trees.

You aren't as alone as you first believed.

Footsteps begin to grow louder.

The distance between you is closing.

You instantly freeze with fear.

The woods have started to call to you.

They deceived you into coming.

Their sweet song has led you to them.

And now you'll be no more