The Whispering Woods
The last sliver of sunlight was fading through the dense canopy, leaving the forest in an eerie haunting twilight. Amelia, her heart pounding quickly in her chest, stumbled through the undergrowth, the path she thought she'd been following now swallowed by the thickening shadows. She had been so very focused on the rare bird she'd been trying to photograph, she hadn't noticed how far she'd wandered from the marked trail. Now, she had to admit that she was utterly lost. A brisk wind rustled the leaves, creating an unsettling whisper that seemed to echo her own mounting fear. She tried to remember the park ranger's instructions, the landmarks he'd mentioned, but the trees all looked the same, their gnarled branches twisting into an indistinguishable maze. The thought of spending the night in this wilderness, alone, sent a shiver down her spine. As darkness descended even further upon her, Amelia's eyes strained to see through the dim gloom. Every rustle, eve...