The wind was calling through the trees to her, just as the rain was pushing her forward. She was now at the edge of the forest, this forest she has seen so many times from her bedroom window now seemed so different, so imposing. She felt as if she had walked in these tracks so many times before, it all seemed so familiar, but yet she knew she had never dared to step a foot in this place, she knew what was concealed in here. So many times had it haunted her in her dreams, turning good to evil. She felt as if those red red eyes could kill anything with just one glance. She was now in a clearing and could see the full bright moon staring down on her. For some reason she was completely calm, although she knew it was near she did not fear it. Something cold and soft touched the back of her neck, this soothed her knowing that the end was near. It moved slowly round to face her but did not lift those eyes, the eyes that she knew would kill her. There was something sad about it, she wanted to help it, remove that tear running down its white cheeks. She reached out and touched its falling tear. Suddenly her finger was bleeding, even its tear caused harm. She now watched it slowly lift its head, fear came flooding in as she saw its perfect features. How could something so perfect be so evil? The eyes, the eyes she feared now lifted upon her. She looked deep within them and saw the creature’s pain, this pain overwhelmed her and she started to fall. Spinning and spinning she saw its ‘life’. She saw all those who had tried to help had been killed, as she was being killed now. But the creature itself could never die, not for along time, it was dying so slowly. Only inside of course, its perfect features would remain, but the eyes, the gateway to its heart would become more and more deadly.
