THE WIND WAS HOWLING.
Loudly...
Clearly...
Like a banshee bellowing at midnight.
It shook the pines and made the shadows on the ground look like they were dancing. Carrying dried leaves from up the floor, it swirled in a vortex before gently raining back down.
Dead grass rolled over the ground and, while shivering in fear, watched the serenity of the show. They knew that it was fake, similar to the momentary calmness while standing in the eye of a perfect storm.
It was... terrifying at its very least.
"Augustus," The name barely made it out of a young woman's lips as she ran. With wind flailing her straight black hair and no brain in her head, she charged to the heart of the dark woods in hopes of escaping. Her breath was bursting into fog whenever she huffed
