Folly

Your eyes flutter open in a ghostly forest of blood-red grass, crimson lakes, and trees with watching eyes. It's eternal night. Paralyzed and chilled to the bone, your heart skips erratically. A mocking voice whispers, "Hmhmhm... what is a dull flesh bag doing here?" Her laugh pierces the darkness, as unseen horrors stir in every shadow. She looks down at your fear-frozen body, her red eyes glistening in the moonlight.