The stillness of the night was interrupted by a sudden sound. It was a soft and delicate melody that echoed through the quiet street. As I opened my bedroom window to investigate, I spotted a figure sitting on the pavement with their back towards me, strumming a guitar under the light of a single street lamp.
The sun had set hours ago, and the only light left now was the moon that shone so bright in the sky. The sound of chirping crickets filled the air as I walked through the dense forest. It was a peaceful night, yet unsettling at the same time. I could sense something was not right; my gut feeling told me to turn back, but my curiosity pushed me forward. As I walked deeper into the woods, strange noises echoed from behind each tree trunk; it felt like they were closing in on me.
