The Forest

Creepy, black, charcoal branches reaching out to me,

Crunchy autumn leaves are beneath me.

I hear wolves howling in the distance,

I look up,

The fog just about blinds me.

I stare in awe at the navy-blue night sky to see thousands of stars glistening.

It looks as if it is fake.

I hear rustling in the distance,

I feel as if I was being watched.

I run away as fast as I can, I crash into something.

Then everything goes black…