Creeping through the darkened woods, Kristie ventured deeply in site of her parents. They had left for the wishing well to collect water for the kettle earlier that morning, yet they had not returned. Thinking of where they could be, the young girl, a nine year old, travelled towards the well, but there was a problem! The only way to get there was by going through the deepest part of the forest, an ancient, abandoned part.

Patter, patter. Blood-curdling howls suddenly surrounded me, leaving danger hanging all around. A ferocious, swirling storm arose into the sky. Someone was there watching…