Perched atop the branches of a massive, towering tree, Kelly tried not to think too hard about the skeleton hanging a few meters away from her.
She failed.
Her gaze flicked around the forest for what felt like the umpteenth time, every muscle tense.
Below and around her, the forest was drowned in thick, white fog. It twisted and folded in on itself, occasionally forming the silhouettes of people she recognized—faces too familiar, voices too soft.
They whispered her name.
That, at least, was the good part.
So far, the fog hadn't attacked her. It hadn't tried to drag her down or peel her mind apart… yet.
The real horror waited on the forest floor.
Kelly swallowed as she looked down.
The ground below crawled with them—rotting things with split flesh and warped limbs, their mouths stretched wide in grins that never reached their hollow eyes. They stared up at her like excited children waiting for a toy to fall.
