The Curse of The Whispering Pines
The crunch of red and orange leaves underfoot, their bright colors faded with decay and time, is the only sound in an eerily silent, dense forest.
The canopy of skeletal trees stretches high overhead as the fading sunlight creates ever-darkening shadows along the path. The man in a dark red hoodie turns suddenly on his heel to glance backward with a gasp, but nothing is there. He holds a hand to his pounding chest and sighs, shaking his head at his foolishness and turning once more to continue his solitary walk.
The camera pans up as the first twinkle of stars comes into view in the darkening sky. We hear a thump and a gurgling cry of pain before silence descends to blanket the forest once more.
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