The Woods

The girl awoke to a faint scream coming from the woods. She of course did not go to look for the source of the scream, but was very wary of the stretching, threatening shadow seeping from the closet door. As she wrapped herself up tightly to create a sense of security that only Great Grandmother's homemade quilt could provide, she heard the eerie creek of a door from the hallway. She tried to calm herself down, after all the sounds meant nothing. They were just random noises, but if those sounds were nothing than why did she find herself shaking and shivering from a nonexistent breeze coming from beyond her door. The door that protected her from what lurked in the woods. The distant souls that haunt those standing trees every night, waiting for a foolish little girl to walk down and surrender to the evil forces that populate it. She was not that little girl, she was strong, she was brave.