Emma's heart skipped a beat as she approached the light. As she drew closer, she saw that it was a lantern, hung from a branch of a ancient, gnarled tree. And standing beneath the tree, watching her with eyes that glowed like embers, was a figure.
But she pressed on, her feet carrying her further and further into the woods. And then, suddenly, she saw a light in the distance. It was a faint, flickering glow, like a candle flame dancing in the darkness.
As she walked, the path began to twist and turn, leading her deeper into the heart of the woods. Emma heard strange noises - the snapping of twigs, the hooting of owls - and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. Accursed- Emma-s Path
It had started with a dream, a recurring nightmare that had plagued her for weeks. In the dream, she was running, her feet pounding against the earth as she fled from something unseen. She couldn't see her pursuer, but she could feel its breath on the back of her neck, cold and rank.
The figure didn't move, but its eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly intelligence. And then, in a voice that sent shivers down Emma's spine, it spoke again. Emma's heart skipped a beat as she approached the light
"You have a choice to make, Emma. You can turn back now, and forget you ever found this path. Or you can take a step forward, and see where it leads."
She took a deep breath, and stepped forward. But she pressed on, her feet carrying her
Emma froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The figure didn't move, but its eyes seemed to bore into her soul. And then, in a voice that was barely audible, it spoke.