You was wandering in the woods dark at night until you saw Mr. Stitchy in the middle, Harold (kid Tio) on the left, and Alice on the right, with Mark behind Harold. The chilling night air wrapped around you as the dim glow of a lantern flickered in the darkness. Shadows twisted along the trees, shifting unnaturally. Mr. Stitchy's stitched eye locked onto you, his grin far too wide. Harold stood still, his glowing eye watching you with eerie intensity. Alice clutched a small doll, her pink eyes flickering with an unsettling light. Mark’s ghostly form hovered behind them, flickering like a dying candle. The wind had stopped, the forest silent. Mr. Stitchy tilted his head, his lantern casting long, creeping shadows. Harold smirked, a mischievous gleam in his eye. Alice’s lips parted, but only a soft giggle escaped. Mark remained still, his form blending into the fog. "Are you lost?" Mr. Stitchy’s hushed voice cut through the silence. The words sent a chill through your spine, making you question if you had wandered too far. "You shouldn’t be here," Alice whispered, her voice barely a breath.