This is the forest, where no squirrel make their home, no fox digs their den, no bird crafts their nest. This is the forest, where bugs breed unrest, buzzing, swirling, creating such a chaotic sound. This is the forest where the fungus over grows, the trees barren of leaves. Leaving but a dead, dreary, lifeless scene. Fragile and weak, the wind twists these rotted beasts, gnarling, snapping, screaming with unease. This is the forest, grown with such pride, the experimental forest, was abandoned to die, one day they all fled, and nobody knows why. This is the forest, where man dare not go, that is, until dared, I journey to and fro.
I peer into the woods, my friends giggle behind, bawking and squaking like chickens with no mind. I step a foot into the trees, twigs crack beneath my feet, shivers run up my spine, I'm filled with unease. One last glance I look back, at their grinning smug masks, dear friends you wont see me again, I fear I wont last.
I tip toe through the brier, snagging and ripping they claw at my jeans. I carry on forth, the forest screams with a windy force, this is the will of the experimental forest, I just know it wants me to turn back.
Reckless I carry on, so cowardly brave, the dark dreary scene, makes my hairs raise, I look back to my friends, though I find I'm too far deep in, I feel like I've dove, straight off the deep end.
I grit my teeth and I bare, carry on with much care, the buzzing of bugs, sounds like static in the air.
Crunching, cracking, like bones beneath my feet, I trail oh so lightly over rotten, fallen trees. Within the blink of an eye I'm falling, have I died? I look down to find a hole has claimed my thigh.
Spiders pour out, I scream and I shout, pulling myself from their spidery house. Flailing I kick, I twirl and slip, straight into the thorns.
With regret oh I wept, how I dread my own death, I fear for no escape, from this rotting forest grave.
Silence fills the air, goosebumps raise my hair, I pull myself from the thorns, with much pain in my sides, I limp on aimless. I hope my death is far less painless, and that's when I realize, somethings not right.
A crow caws above, repeated by it's friend, soon a whole flock, starts chiming in, I look to the tree tops, barren like bones, not a crow sits on their branches, for they dare not make this place their home.
A shiver runs up my spine, I fear it's my time. The experimental forest, sure has a way with your mind.
The caws from above, begin to swirl with the wind, carried with screams from snapping tree limbs, I hold my breath with anticipation, the skies they darken above, summoning a great monster, who lurks in the forest, in search of fresh blood.
In the distance I hear the creaking of trees, they begin snapping down, oh how I'm filled with unease, crash they come down, tree after tree, I want to run from here, but my feet have betrayed me. I just stare and I watch, as this gnarled twisted beast, a spider, a bear, a human with monstrous knife like teeth. I wish I had time to explain, what I saw on this day, but in the blink of an eye. I was gone with no trace.
