Some Places Remember

(Soft whisper, slow) People say the forest at the edge of town is quiet at night.

Too quiet. (Beat) A man once walked in… thinking he wasn’t being watched.

The deeper he went, the darker it became. No insects. No wind. Then he heard footsteps

behind him. (Pause) Slow. Careful. He turned—

No one was there. But the trees were closer now. He started walking faster.

So did the footsteps. (Whisper drops lower) That’s when a voice spoke from the darkness: “You shouldn’t have

come here.” The path behind him vanished. The forest breathed. By morning,

the trail was empty. No signs of a struggle. Just a warning carved into the wood: “Some places remember.”