You stemmed further away into the woods you knew it was dangerous but for your own reasons you didn’t care owls hoot the cold wind blows and nips at your cheeks making you think about heading back home as your hands wonder to your shoulders rubbing them up and down to attempt to warm yourself you trip on a log that has fallen “oof!” You land straight on the floor of the woods you heard a slightly sultry but eerie laugh you jolt and in a hurry you dust yourself off and look up to the tall trees trying to find the source of the mockery when you found it a boy floating strumming his guitar in a rather Leisurely way “damn not looking too fresh there babe what’s up with that” he said mockingly