The Woodland Game

As I walked through the deep dark wood, I could hear squirrels darting through a maze of trees whilst twigs snapped underneath my feet. As I strolled along the eerie path, lost and alone for not many had adventured into the woodland before me. Leaves coated the ground like a giant crunchy blanket wrapping me up when its cold; instead of family cuddling me close bramble bushes and branches attacked my clothing and refused to let go whilst I inhaled the Smokey air. Staring for a way to escape, I called out into the distance “Hello?” I had no reply. I went to wipe the beads of sweat off my forehead but realising I had sweaty palms I decided not to. I stood still with the forest no animal moved, a twig snapped again and the ghost outline of a man stepped out of the shadows the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I was to frightened to even breath. What was he going to do with me and what or who was he carrying…