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had escaped the clutches of the Forgotten Woods, but the weight of what she had experienced hung heavily on her shoulders. Memories of Emily,

w she needed to tell someone, anyone, what had happened-if only to shed light on the darkness, to warn others about the w

their doors, and neighbors exchanging morning greetings. Yet, a noticeable tension hung in the air. The townsfolk were awa

ieved to see her, but she also felt the heaviness in their eyes, the silent understandi

to envelop her in a tight embrace.

ncy in her voice silenced her mother's words, and she led Lana to the

enter the woods, and the horrors she had witnessed within. She spoke of the shadowy figures and the chilling whispers

ed. "But that place is dangerous. We've lost too many peop

ve to do something!" Lana's voice cracked with emotion, frustration boiling ov

mother asked, voice trembling slightly. "The tales about the Forgotten Woods have existed for gen

hem what's really happening! I'll gather a group, anyone willing to

ly, her mother spoke softly, "All right, but you need to promise to be c

nces, and even posted on social media, hoping to rally as many people as she could to her cause. The responses were mixed-some we

Hannah, and a few others who had shared in the fear surrounding the woods since Emily's disap

cy. "I know we're all scared, but we cannot let fear rule us. Emily is out th

ve she's still alive? After all this time?

ere's something wrong in those woods, something dark that we need to con

till cautious faces-fears ingrained through generations, fears of

lies and flashlights and aim to find the river that had guided Lana to safety. The feeling of camaraderie ignit

ly trapped in the murky depths of the woods. She could almost hear her friend's whispers, desperate

hadow blurring as the sun crested the trees. Lana looked at each member of the group, taking in

er, we stick together no matter what. Do not wander off, and

ing in like a thick fog. The sounds of the forest greeted them-a cacophony of

to break through the dense canopy above, casting the path in perpetual twilight. As they moved, Lana's heart pounded in

towards a narrow, overgrown trail. "This way," she urged. "I

slipping into hours, of distance distorting and shaping around them. Whisp

oots that crept like fingers across the forest floor. As minutes dragged on

?" Hannah asked, glancing over her shoulder,

ttle further," Lana replied, mai

ees, quick and shadowy. The group froze, fear locking them in place. "What w

ows she had faced before. "We have to move,"

to a haunting symphony that wove through the branches, wrapping aro

at the river, and she steeled herself against the encroaching fear.

group began to falter, glancing at one another wit

ontational energy. "Emily!" she shouted, her voice breaking through

st seemed to hold its breath. Then, from the depths of the trees, Emily's v

hing out from the shadows. "We are coming for you!" she called, feeling a surge of power expanding

s the sound that echoed in her heart. The group, bolstered by her conviction, surged forward. Together, they woul