Dark Woods Bq

I know better then to be here. I've been told. Things happen here. Bad things. Yet I am drawn. No. More like willed. I have not the power to resist this place I smell the decay. The rotting stench Windfall trees laying as if in wait My tread but a whimper in this wood Why am I here? What do I seek? The darkness thickens as I move forward Unsteady now, steps made with trepidation I sense movement. I am not alone Something sinister awaits me Whispers. Jumbled sounds. Hollow Seem to have moved closer Dare not look behind The grip of fear engulfs my body A light. Did I see a light? There. So bright. Blinding On my neck, the stale breath of death I cannot breath. My terror is too great It is too late. I did not listen I have found the alter of the damned I know better then to be here Things happen here. Bad things 11/20/2011 I once took a trip up some of the bayous in Louisiana. It was getting dark on our return and every once in a while, you would see a light in the trees, in the middle of nowhere. That was the inspiration. The rest I made up.