Stories of the dark forest by GraveMin on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The forest was silent, cloaked in an eerie, misty glow as rain dripped from the branches above. The girl stood alone, her face pale in the dim light, her figure small and lost in the vastness of the woods. She held her breath, listening to the faint whispers that seemed to drift through the trees, though no one was there. A rope tied loosely around her waist hinted that someone, or something, had left her here.

She didn’t remember how she’d arrived or who had tied her with the fraying cord. All she knew was an overwhelming sense that she was being watched. She felt eyes on her, lurking just out of sight in the shadows, waiting.

A single tear slipped down her cheek as she glanced over her shoulder, certain she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She strained to see through the dense fog, but nothing revealed itself. The silence grew heavy, pressing against her ears until she thought she would scream just to shatter it.

As she began to untie the rope, a chill swept over her, a cold so deep it seemed to come from the ground itself. She looked down, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw shadowy hands reaching out from beneath the earth, fingers grasping for her feet. She pulled back, trembling, but the ground was still, undisturbed.

The whispering grew louder, circling her like an invisible breeze, calling her name. Her heart pounded as she took a step forward, then another, the path ahead disappearing into the fog.

But as she moved, she heard a faint echo of footsteps behind her, mirroring her every move.

The girl didn’t dare to look back.