As the sky grew darker, the only source of light was the waning moon. Dim rays of light flickered over the trees, casting dancing shadows in the forest. Your hair stood on end as the hairs on the back of your neck crawled. Your instincts urged you to run, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. You felt an eerie presence in the air. What, or who could it be? The only sound was the soft rustling of the leaves, punctuated by the occasional snapping of twigs and the rustling of grass…