Hunters Are Not Welcome Here

A man with dark intentions noticed a little girl playing alone in a field. He smiled and asked,

“Do you like candy?” She nodded… and followed him into the forest. The deeper they

walked, the quieter it became. No birds. No wind. Suddenly,

she stopped. “Mister,” she said, “this forest is scary.” He smirked.

“Scary? I’m more scared than you… because soon I’ll have to walk back alone.”

Slowly, the girl looked up at him. She smiled—but it wasn’t a child’s

smile. In a calm, cold voice she said, “You think you’re going back?”

The forest went dark. The paths disappeared. By morning, the field was empty.