Woods of Dread

In the quiet heart of the ancient woods, a child's journey began.

But silence can sometimes scream louder than any sound. A flicker in the periphery,

a chilling presence perceived. Fear took hold, pushing her into a desperate,

headlong flight. The world warped, a terrifying maze of shadows and dread.

Every shadow held a monster, every rustle, a chase. The pursuit relentless,

the escape a fleeting, desperate hope. Then, the sudden mercy

of awakening, but the fear remained. For some nightmares, the darkness of

day offers no true escape.