Whispers in the Northern Woods

The silence in the Northern woods was profound, like a held breath, cradling a mystery

that gnawed at Emma's mind. She was used to solitude, but this quiet was

eerie, unnatural. As she gathered wood, even the insects

seemed to have abandoned the forest, leaving only an oppressive stillness. Then she noticed

them: massive, bone-like tracks stretching grotesquely across the earth. They were unsettlingly

human yet warped. Fresh. A sudden snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around,

and something tall and ghostly moved between the trees, just beyond sight. With her heart pounding,

she retreated to her campsite, feeling unseen eyes on her every step. And then,