As the evening drew cold and dark, I tried to find my way out. I could hear the rustling branches of the trees. I walked along the windy path it seems as if I was not alone. The only thing visible was the shadows cast form the trees under the luminous full moon's light. Squinting my eyes in an attempt to find my way along the path, I stumble and fell to the cold, damp forest ground. It smelled like mildew and wet dirt. I tried to get back up, I brace myself on the tree beside me. The wet slipper bark was hard to grip and my hand slipped from the tree. I got up and brushed away the damp to…
