I hear a quiet whisper. Like it’s calling me in. Beckoning me in.
I let it.
It’s dark and damp where I am stepping. I cannot even see my feet because the trees shade my surroundings. It’s as though the moss is trying to hold me captive, to keep me here forever.
I trudge forward.
I step over thorn bushes, over vines circling the dirt floor, over bones a little too large to be that of a woodland animal. I’m going deeper and deeper, where it keeps getting darker.
The sun should be high in the sky, but with the trees it’s as though it’s midnight. I see fragments of light though, where the sun’s rays have broken through gaps in the leaves.
I still in my tracks.
I see two glowing orbs looking at me. Is it the sun reflecting off of two round objects, or is it a pair of eyes watching me?
I wait and I wait and I wait. For something to happen. For something to jump out and drag me to the ground and take me away.
I stand still and close my eyes.
When I open them again the glowing orbs are gone. Was it my imagination? Maybe I’ll never know.
I hope I never will.
And there it is again. That whisper. Luring me deeper into the tree-covered land, begging me to come closer.
And I do.
I start walking-no. I start running. Faster and faster to catch this whisper. I’m breathing harder now, not caring who-or what- hears me. I’m stumbling over the thorn bushes, over the vines, over the bones that definitely aren't an animals.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Why exactly am I trying to catch it?
But I don’t catch it.
It has caught me.