Thread:Mended Mooncalf/@comment-31191359-20191007212726/@comment-43678658-20191011221026

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I glance over my shoulder and a wave of unease washes over me as I stare at the brambles, which certainly weren't there before. Too paranoid (of what, exactly? I don't know) to turn my back, I back up a few paces and reach backward to figure out how thick the barrier is. My finger is pricked.

What a bother. Again, I should learn not to act on impulse. Why did I enter such a place on a whim so foolish?

I don't like it here. I step forward cautiously, paw poised to reach for my sword as I search for some other exit. The further I go (not very far, because my fear has petrified me to the point of where I only inch forward every five seconds), the less hopeful and more terrified I become. I wonder if anyone's tried camping here before. If anyone's camped and gotten out alive, anyhow.

...and now my imagination's getting the best of me. It's just a normal forest, and I don't believe in ghosts or whatever. All forests are a bit unnerving, aren't they?

...Especially when they're so eerily silent.