#InvisibleThreads

The woodlands are full of fog today,
The clouds are hazy, the damp dirt and dead leaf canopy floor crunch,
There's a special electric current running through the air,
But there's a certain tone where one doesn't want to stay,
I walk deeper and it gets darker and the trail leads me round,
A huge boulder and the path leads towards an old wooden hut,
I am apprehensive but I slowly approach the gnarled knobbly door,
My heart is pumping in leaps and bounds,
As I turn the handle and open the door the house let's out a squeaky exhale,
There's a candle alight on the little table in the middle of the dwelling,
And in my peripheral vision I panic as I see the dark shape,
It's energy is that of something male,
My eyes pop out and I let out a stifled scream,
The...