It was a cold and cloudy day in October, two days before Halloween. There was a kid called Ben, who lived on the edge of the woods. One day, he was playing in his backyard with his dog, which was fairly large, and intimidating. Despite its size and looks, the dog was very sweet and never barked or growled at anything. Ben would play with his dog everyday, and never went into the woods unless he was with his dad.
This particular day, however, Ben heard footsteps in the woods, crunching loudly on the fallen leaves, and coming closer to the edge. It was already near sundown, so he couldn’t see very well into the trees. He squinted into the dark forest, trying to make out what was making the sound. It couldn’t have been an animal, he only heard two feet, and the animals never came toward the edge of the trees. Ben decided the footsteps he was hearing were from his father, and continued playing with the dog.
Suddenly, he heard his dad’s voice from the woods, calling him to come and help. As Ben walked closer to the trees, with his dog at his side, the voice started sounding off. It was his father’s voice, but it sounded corrupted, but he kept moving toward the voice anyway. His dog started growling, with her attention focused completely on the tree line. Ben patted the dog’s head, and continued walking towards his father’s voice. He called to his dad, asking what he needed help with, but got no response, except that of the voice continuing to call him toward the trees.