People seem to think the dense forest is a mystical place

Where birds live atop the trees mighty branches

Elk dwell among the lush thicket

Though they don’t speak of the night

Dimly lit by the menacing moonlight

Seemingly

Purposefully

Hiding the things you don’t want to lay eyes upon

But when it is seen

You run

Your shoes crunching upon the piles of fallen leave now illuminated by the moonlight

Notifying everything around you of your location

Your Presence in the area you shouldn’t have dwelled upon

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

As you run you look behind you wondering what

Who

Where

The thing you saw is

You question its reality

You look forward again trying to prevent tripping over the tree roots that seem as though

They want you to fall

You near the edge of the forest

The safety of your house ever so close

You trip

You tremble unable to move as you hear it

Whatever horrors you believe hid among these trees that nobody believed

You knew it was near

The whispers of its being growing closer

You stand up slowly

Wishing, hoping you did not notify the creature of your being here

Tears fall from your eyes silently

You wince at every step as you grow closer to your house

Each step

Ever so loud

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

Then suddenly the hair on the back of your neck stands

You freeze

Scrape, Scraape, Scraaape

You run, Crying a thundering storm

You stare at the last few yards of the forest 

Again you fall knowing you won’t get back up

You look around to see if your safe

Then you made the mistake of looking up

A scream fills the damp night air as the breath of that scream is fogged by the cold

You are dragged by claws of a beast, many beasts you figure

And then

You cease to exist as a bubble does on a warm summer day