The Forest
Beneath the midnight moon lies the campfire shared amongst three teal-tinted tents. The light of the campfire bled onto the surrounding grass only an arms reach past the tents. The moon was bright but its shine was restricted by the damp forestry surrounding the dirt-floored campgrounds. Only two of the tents were occupied by campers since the last tent’s occupants were occupied by the path they discovered hiking earlier in the day. The two occupants, a young fellow named Tanner and his Border Collie named Spike. The path they discovered had symbols carved into trees that Tanner hadn’t ever seen before. Like stick figures digging a hole or something along those lines, he had thought. As they walked along the trail following its loose bends and roughly sloped hills they began seeing more and more trees. Not uncommon for a forest necessarily, but a more frequent amount than usual. The trees, still and tall looked down upon the two venturers. The branch scars were like cyclops eyes starin...