(Amelia)
The following day, when we woke up, Damien decided to change our course, so now we were heading through an unknown territory just to make our journey to Marcus's house quicker.
We ventured into the woods, which was not exactly what I had pictured.
It was dark and eerie; the trees were lifeless, unlike the forest that I was used to.
As we ventured deeper into the woods, the air grew thick with a strange, unnatural fog.
It clung to the ground like a blanket, swirling around our ankles with every step.
The trees, gnarled and twisted, seemed to loom closer, their skeletal branches reaching out like bony fingers.
The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves, which set my nerves on edge.
"This place feels wrong," I whispered, glancing over at Damien. His expression was unreadable, but I could see the tension in his jaw.
