No one liked the forest, it was usually dark and creepy, it was always murky too. No one went near it mostly because of the rumours, the crying child of the forest, they called it. I didn't want to be here, the rumours scared me abit as well. I sighed as I always thought the forest was peaceful, with mewdew on the leaves and quiet tranquil of the air. The trees standing like tall statues of monsters and usually feeling like the air had icicles in it. It was usually cold but it always had a eerie type cold here. It was also usually misty which added to the creepy factor.
It was nice to come during the day. Sadly I was being forced to stay the night with my assholes which I name friends, called Clyde and Token. We always took the same path to the spot since we were kids, we used to have a fourth friend but... he disappeared. We don't talk about him anymore. I felt bad for what happened to the poor sap who tried to talk about him to me. I never wanted to talk about him. I simply walked feeling some form of dizziness but I'd be fine, it probably is nothing but something was feeling wrong. Soon we reached the spot.
I sighed as they setted the tent, I simply watched the trees feeling the leaves crinkle under my boots as a cold breeze whisked by. I slowly sighed as I generally felt like eyes were on me, according to what the rumours say, the crying boy was a ghost. I didn't believe it really but he was apparently murdered and police never found the body. I didn't understand but the cops around here were usually a joke to begin with, The kid's parents were apparently the coffee shop owners. Nice coffee but kinda weird, his dad had a drinking problem I knew that and judging by his wife, he took his rage out on her. Sad.
I calmly turned to Token who was starting a fire. I watched him silently as I blinked seeing white eyes behind him as I flinched "dude what's wrong?" Token asked as I shook my head quickly "Nothing" I muttered. I shivered feeling the fact it was colder then before, I felt unsettling eyes on me. Apparently people always saw the white eyes, they were apparently other spirits that the dead kid lured to their deaths, that made me usually laugh at the bullshit, people come up with. But... this forest it used to actually have a themepark in it, sometimes me, Clyde and Token tried to find the thing but it usually got pretty thick. It's kinda disappointing but no big loss.
I usually did ignore that kid Butters who says that he saw the kid usually sitting alone by the lake crying, I could just of yelled at him but that would land me in a heap of trouble, so I just ignored it. Most kids were scared of me, not that I could blame them but I smoke and tend to have a bad attitude and swear so often my own parents would be ashamed of me. But I liked camping with Token and Clyde, they were kinda nice guys and got where I was coming from with this whole thing, but they were pretty stoked about wanting to see the ghost kid, I doubted it highly but who knows I could be proven wrong for once, it'd be nice to see.
Soon it drew to be nighttime as we were sitting next to the camp fire, drinking having a laugh. But soon, it went to nothing. Just fire crackling, leaves rustling, simply as Token and Clyde went to sleep, I remained awake. I felt too uneasy, something wasn't right and I knew it wasn't. I just had to keep my calm.