The Bloodied Forest (short story)

Lovely Luna was the type of girl that wherever she did go, adventure was there waiting. And never did she deny. Never did she deny until her last adventure when it was too late. The day began with Luna packing her bags. Packing her bags for an adventure, she sure was ready for anything. Lovely Luna had heard rumors about a forest, a forest where people hike but were never seen again. Now of course for the every day person, to go to this forest would be suicide. But not to Luna, no not to Luna at all. She was excited and full of energy to see this forest. She laughed and sang as she drove to this forest, the more she drove the further she got from civilization. She managed after a while to reach the forest. Luna breathed in deeply, grabbed her hiking gear and unknowingly took her first steps into hell. A few minutes of wandering the forest, Lovely Luna began to doubt the rumors. But of course, a few steps later the air grew thicker. Voices began to whisper all around. The whispers in the wind were enough to drive someone to insanity. The ground underneath Luna turned into a wet substance and more began to pour from the trees around her. Hands reaching out from everywhere, grabbing at Luna and her belongings. Shadows formed from everywhere, bright smiles on their darkened faces as they watched her sink and scream for help as the hands reached out to her Luna struggled in the now warm liquid, as if it was quick sand the more she struggled the faster she sank. Only now did Luna realize that she was in fact sinking in blood. Blood pouring from the trees and now the sky. The sky was blood red Lovely Luna was no more. The sky did clear, the blood all vanished and the hands too. The shadows were the last to go, they stood there smiles still showing. They were waiting. Waiting for the new arrival. Lovely Luna.