“Wait!”

Zoey raced through the dense forest, her hair whipping around behind her as she dodged tree trunks and leaped over roots. She could hear the creature cackling as it swiftly floated in front of her.

“Come get me,” the creature sang in a deep velvety-smooth voice that sent a shiver down Zoey’s spine, but also intrigued her enough to have her chase after it.

She gasped for air and tried to ignore the pain in her calves as she struggled to keep going. She had no idea why, but she had a burning determination to see where the creature was leading her. It was definitely leading her somewhere; it was evident by the way it paused every time she took a short moment to catch her breath. She knew it could be a trap of some sort—after all, it was a ghostly creature wearing a torn black cloak leading her, calling to her in a rather creepy way—but she had always followed her instincts, and right then they were telling her to follow the phantom-looking ghost thing. Or maybe it was her obsession with spooky things telling her that.

Either way, she was following it, and it was making sure that she was. Every few moments, she would catch it peaking over its cloaked shoulder and glancing at her, every glance followed by a short, ominous chuckle that seemed to echo off the trees.

Suddenly, the creature came to an abrupt stop in a small clearing. Its cloak swayed...