One fall night, where the wind blew heavily as autumn leaves fell— A night that started right after the rain ended leaving huge puddles, you left to go look at the woods near your neighborhood.

Packing what you might need, you head out into the streets to approach the woods. Jumping over a fence— You trespassed on the lands that were foggy.

You were lost, you have to admit. And you felt watched. “Are you lost? I’ll show you out the woods.” A strange lady disturbed, cold but kind.