After walking for three or four miles, the trio hadn’t found a way out of the forest.
Their hearts were beating in fear and their legs were tired from walking.
“When will we find the way out of this creepy forest, man?” asked Mia, her arm linked with Oliver’s.
“I wish we hadn’t come here,” said Oliver. “But we have no choice except to keep trying to find the path.”
“I just hope we get to the right path before . . . he finds us,” said Jany.
“That’s what I’ve been praying to God for this whole time,” said Oliver. “I don’t want to encounter him.”
“Right. I just want to escape,” said Mia. “However, if we do meet him, and if he tries to block our path, I will kill him with my axe.”
“You must be kidding!” said Jany. “Please don’t say that again. I’ve seen enough horror.”
“What did I say wrong?” said Mia. “If he finds us, we must fight him and kill him. Otherwise, he will kill us.”
Walking, walking, and walking. Eventually, the trio reached a divide in the path. Following Mia, they took the left.
The trio walked for one more mile, until they saw something that stopped them in their tracks.
Skeletons. Hanging on almost all the trees ahead, as far as their eyes could see. Not one, not five, not ten, but at least a hundred skeletons, swinging on the trees in the breeze.
Jany gaped at them, her eyes filling with tears.
Oliver felt a chill furling through his body.
And Mia stood completely petrified; somewhere inside her, a voice said: My heart may stop beating if I let the horror possess my senses.