Trees resembling skeletal figures twist and spiral into the sky, while a spine-chilling silence is only interrupted by the footsteps of unseen figures. Elena creeps from tree to tree as she goes deeper into the ancient wood. Her young heart thumps ever faster as she gets more and more lost. Her mother told her not to go into the woods, but she’d chased the rabbit and hadn’t paid attention to where she was until it was too late. She tried to find a way back, but the trees kept moving, and the thick mist on the ground covered her footprints, so she couldn’t follow them out the way she came.
She hides from the shadows and the unseen creatures lurking in the mist. She can hear their footsteps, but she knows they do not belong to any ordinary people or the animals who should be in the forest
