Rosalie
It didn’t take long before every bone in my body scream to turn back. Something just didn’t feel right to me.
The trees grew thick, and the path ahead had become overgrown to the point that the path could barely be seen. With each step, it was becoming more and more apparent that not a living soul lived here.
The wooded area held a stillness that I had never felt before. The air around me sat thickly, making it hard to breathe and gave the feeling of oppression. It was that I wasn’t welcome, it was more that everything around me felt cautious of my appearance. There was no rustle or leaves as the wind blew through the tree tops. No movement in the undergrowth as a squirrel rushed by. No startled deer as I rounded a corner. It was devoid of life. Yet I couldn’t help but feel that
