The sun shone gently over the sky-scraping trees. The rays reflected beautifully off the river of leaves stretching upon the sea of trees, stretching as far as the eye could see. The wind slid through the air and into the woods, causing the trees to rustle calmly, as though whispering, beckoning you to come in. Put one foot into the seemingly welcoming woods, and this spell of happiness will be broken. The menacing trees, claustrophobically close to each other, like bars of a jail cell. The sharp green leaves are interwoven with one another, blocking any sunlight from breaking through. The musty darkness casts a deep, complete silence.
Cullen sat silently in the paddock. He sighed and wondered when his parents would be home. He frowned thinking how they had ordered him to sit in the paddock while they were gone and not go inside. How dull. A seven-year-old should be left inside no in here. The most interesting thing about where he sat was the rabbit holes, up in till you stepped into one, crushing your ankle and helplessly plummeting toward the ground, breaking your arm brutally upon meeting. Cullen shuddered as he felt tingles like feathers shower down his spine. He stood up to rid this memory and gazed longingly at the lockless gate. His parents wouldn’t be back before he was back he thought. Just a quick trip outside to take his mind off things.
Craning his neck at an absurd angle, Cullen tried to spot the top of the trees, but could not. He had a fleeting thought of how he had never seen these seemingly ancient pine trees which stretched as far as the eye could see but this was banished by the was the trees looked so pleasantly inviting. The sun reflected gently off the bright green leaves. Looking leaves looking like soft beds rustled slightly in the wind. Inticed, Cullen listened closer. Come inside… Cullen’s head was cleared of all thoughts except one. Going inside. He walked slowly toward the woods and stepped dreamily inside.
Cullen’s spine felt tingles again, but this time they felt like daggers. He could barely see his own hands 10 centimetres from his face. The dreamy state he was in before was long forgotten and replaced with one of pure fear. His stomach was doing somersaults and his hands were shaking like
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