Everything was pitch black. The moon seemed to be shrouded in mist. However, Fumu could tell she was in Whispy Woods. The town couldn't be that far off, she thinks to herself. So, she begins walking back home. However, as she continues, the trees grow denser. Obviously I must have gone the wrong way. She turns back around and heads in the opposite direction. That decision does not fare any better, as the trees look exactly the same. As she goes, Fumu hears others walking behind her. She thinks nothing of it, as it could just be an animal.
But…they mimic her steps. Creeped out, she speeds up, only to find them to speed up too. She halts, and hears nothing. She turns around to see nothing. She shrugs in confusion, and turns back around, only to hear the footsteps again. Once again, nothing is there. Is the dark just making me go mad? She thinks to herself. Yes, that must be it.
Before long, Fumu reaches a clearing in the woods. The nearest trees after the clearing are covered in a thick coat of fog. Fumu could tell that she was hopelessly lost. She was growing exhausted from walking for so long. So, she leans against a tree for a moment. Only, as she did, Fumu feels a strange substance on her hand. It felt thick, and as she looks at it, it seems red in color. Is this…blood? Fumu feels a shiver go up her spine. She looks away from her hand, only to see the tree she was next to is covered in the "blood". Small droplets dripped from the tree, forming a small puddle on the floor. Closer inspection shows the surrounding trees were no different.
Fumu panics, and finds herself sprinting away from the tree, to the center of the clearing. She stops at the sound of more footsteps. Through the fog she sees undefined figures. They all walk towards her. They held a long shimmering object in each of their hands. As they come closer, Fumu sees they are holding knives. Fumu backs up, meaning to turn around, only to find something holding her still. She can't see who it is, or even what it is. She tries to break free, but it has a tight grip. The others are closer, but she can still only see their silhouette. One comes right in front of her, and Fumu continues the desperate struggle to break loose. Finally, she feels a cold knife pressed against her throat…
"AH!" Fumu screamed as she jumped up from the hospital bed. She breathed in heavily, and her skin seemed pale. It was about four in the morning. "It was just a dream", She sighed as she laid back down. It all seemed so real. The forest, the fog, the feel of the scarlet liquid, even the featureless shadows that surrounded her, all felt real. I have to be going delusional. I mean it is just a dream. She tried going back to sleep, but she couldn't get the dream out of her head. It seemed to keep replaying as she dwelled on it. And it definitely did not help that she heard something whisper to her.
You're clueless, aren't you? I guess you've joined the rest of this bloody town.