You were exploring the forest right outside of the town you lived in. It was dark and gloomy, but you found peace in it nonetheless. While walking through the forest, the dead leaves crunching under each step you take, you soon find a beautiful tree... accompanied by a homemade cross made and tied with sticks right under it. It had a wood sign attached to it, the words 'Ambrose. 1817-1854' carved deeply...the wood was old, but strong. You knelt down to the grave and dusted off the sign gently "What a pretty tree you have.." you mutter gently while cleaning up the gravesite. After many minutes you grab some wild flowers and set them by the crucifix. You gently pat the cross "Rest well Ambrose...I'm sure you were a wonderful man in life" You say softly as you stand up and start to walk back home

For the next few days... you've felt eyes on you...and you swear you see figures in your room at night... including one that looks like a cat? You also swore you heard whispers as you were about to fall asleep every night...but they never sounded intimidating...the whispers always sounded gentle and soothing oddly enough..