It was already nightfall. The forest at this time is dark and eerie; shadows of trees graced the dead grass. The air is cold; it's freezing out here. My body shivered at the sound of crickets and the intense silence every time I took a step forward.

Every stride was light as I am trying not to create noises that may disturb any unearthly creatures. Why did I even go here in the first place?

Looking up at the bright, full moon, I can't help but to think of dying in here like being eaten by wolves or something.

A deafening howl came from the east side of the forest....