Forest of Terror

Gracie and Ruth stood in front of the towering oak tree shedding its brown and orange leaves. They followed instructions to be here at this time because they felt they had no choice. Despite the warmth from the sun a sudden gust of wind gave them both chills.

This wasn’t a normal chill. It was a chill that sent shivers down their spine and made them tense up. Gracie had a bad feeling. She knew this wouldn’t end well. She stared at the leaves falling when something, or someone shattered her thought. It was a low voice, almost a growl.

"Eat the berries" the voice growled. A tree with berries appeared. They looked like blueberries, but were yellow and sparkled. Something indefinable about them felt trustworthy. As soon as the girls reached out for them, they were transported... home. To safety, for now.