May 19
4 min read
The Watchers
Be careful where you tread.
I don’t remember the last time I was in the forest — namely when I stood past the barrier of trees and didn’t feel fear tremble through me.
You wouldn’t notice them at first. You might mistake them for trees — or misshapen shadows from a trick of the light. But then one will move, its neck cracking at an odd angle while its beaked face opens in a silent scream.
