There is a horror forest near my house. It's a small, unremarkable woodlot, overshadowed by a larger, more sinister forest nearby. But there's something about it that makes my skin crawl.
I first learned about the horror forest from my older sister, who warned me not to go there. She said that the woods were haunted by ghosts and goblins, and that dark things lurked in the trees. I didn't believe her, of course. I was a little kid and I thought my sister was just trying to scare me.
But then I heard other kids talking about the horror forest. They said that it was a place where bad things happened, where people got lost and never came back. They said that the trees were full of spiders and snakes, and that the ground was covered in thorns.
I was scared, but I also wanted to see for myself. So one day, I went to the horror forest.
It was just as the kids had said. The trees were full of spiders and snakes, and the ground was covered in thorns. I didn't get lost, but I did see some things that I wish I could forget.
There was a tree stump with a knife sticking out of it, and a cave with a skeleton inside. I saw a ghost, too. It was just a glimpse, but I'll never forget the look of terror on its face.
The horror forest isn't a place for kids. It's a place for grown-ups, a place where bad things happen. If you're brave enough to go there, be careful. You never know what might happen.