They walked close together trying to see the curving path sometimes the clouds move away and the moonlight poured down on them. The trees growled silverly and cold, like ghost standing in the forest they sang the songs at first but as they moved deeper into the woods their voices became tiny and shroud muffled by the trees they stopped singing and listened to the scrape of their footsteps and the soft wrestling of the night animals scampering through the weeds when are we going to stop and set up camp a girl asked John. We have to go deeper into the woods John replied they kept walking. The air became colder the trees bent and shivered around them in a swelling breeze can we set up camp now John a boy asked no deeper John replied deeper into the forest the path ended the campers to make their way through the trees around the thorny bushes over a deep carpet of crackling Dead leaves owls who did overhead the campers heard the flutter of bat wings creatures scratched and shittered around their feet we're really tired John a boy complained can we stop and set up the tents?