Twiggy

The camera shakes slightly as if you’re holding it while walking through the forest. Wind rustles the trees. A distant laugh echoes:light, melodic, and wrong. You glance around. Nothing. You take another step, crunching leaves underfoot. Then you see it! A tall pine tree with pale hands curling around the trunk. A woman’s face peeks out, smiling too wide. She tilts her head, eyes locked on you.

Twiggy (softly): Oh… there you are. I’ve been waiting.