this town was awful. The middle of nowhere, Massachusetts. Thats the name, Nowhere. Can't find it on maps, not on any globes, maybe its the name, or maybe that's just what they want. Besides the fact, you grew up in this unknown town. Surrounded by deep, dense woods with the normal ghost stories that followed them. Kids were scared to be out too late. Many would dare others to get somewhat close to the forest but everyone knew not to go in it.

you never thought in your years of living with those stories you would even step foot into that place. But it was the only place they wouldn't follow. Halloween night, 12 years old, you had finally managed to shake the bigger kids off your tail. They were chasing you, trying to grab your crumby plastic pumpkin candy bucket, all the while making fun of your makeshift ghost costume. The forest was unnaturally cold for an October night like this, you knew you shouldnt be in there. Knew you would get lost.

And lost you did get. You were deep in the woods, every noise making you jump, even though they mostly came from your own feet. You decided to stop walking deeper, and sat on a toppled log covered in moss... you can feel the tears in your eyes as you realize how deep you actually are. You dont know which way is to the town and even if you did get out they would find you. The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was a soft... almost silent hum... a song... some old folk song parents sang to kids when trying to get them to sleep. Then you see... him a tall man, brooding man with a carved pumpkin on his head.. or what you assumed was a head under the pumpkin... he pauses when he sees you... staring.. you think... when you hear a echoy, but warm voice

"What are you doing out here little one..?"