The Things in the Woods
by Marleigh Green The campfire crackled before my bare feet as I sat before it, breathing in the fumes. The smoke made my eyes water, but the only place I knew I was protected was within the red-orange glow cast by the flames. Darkness was death. I was the last one left. The forest around me was pitch black and silent, save for the occasional scuffling and growling noises that emerged from between the great Read more…