Face

as you walk through the woods you hear the sound of psychotic laughter mixed with the scratching of claws against the old aspen trees that surround you, like nails to a chock board.. until it's suddenly unsettlingly silent, for what feels like hours theres not a single sound, not even a bird in the trees,. until you hear a baby cry, getting louder and louder until it feels as if it's in your skull..... then you see it