Kodama forests's Curse

Prolouge - His Tenth Birthday

The alarm went off as the child's eyes drowsily opened, the strange shapes in the popcorn ceiling seemed to stare back at him. He averted his eyes to the calendar he took with him beside his bed, three days until his birthday. Yesterday was circled in red marker, and written in ballpoint in the middle was a lousily written text reading; "trip to Japan". He sat up in a melancholy fashion, and took in the room around him for a second. There wasn't much to take in. A smallish room with white walls, white furniture and white curtains. His blinds were suddenly drawn by a dark silhouette which stood out from all else in the room. The boy's father.
"Oh, you're awake." The child had no response. "I uh.. I found a place to go for the day. I'll pack something to take with us and.. maybe we could have a picnic?" The child still had no response. He knew his dad didn't care for him. If he did, he wouldn't have left. It wasn't even for another woman.
"Let's get you up then."

Upon arrival the forest seemed inviting. Hanging from a branch was a sign that read '木の幽霊が住む門真の森'
The boy didn't understand Japanese. Butterflies flew around in his stomach, he had been to many forests but none like this. None were as strangely tall, none as thick, but despite all of that they carried on.
About forty-five minutes of walking brought the two to a place so thick it even made his father jitter. He turned a corner and left the child behind without noticing, the boy wasn't frightened though, for he could see a clearing behind the trees. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he walked through a space between the trees with vines draping down. Each step he took seemed to carry him father and farther away from the world, the loud, crowded world. This felt nice.
The trees above him were arched in a way that looked almost like a dome, the leaves looked too watercolour to be real, and the passageway to the white light at the end of this tunnel seemed to be too far to ever reach.
He heard a noise behind him. Quickly turning his back to see nothing there, except for a small dark shadow among the trees. The boy turned back to face the light, and a miniature statue of a short man stood in front of him. He stared for a few minutes before deciding to turn back, as he walked further back to the entrance everything seemed to darken. By the time he was halfway to the entrance everything looked barren. He looked behind him again and the statue was gone. The boy began to run. But he heard a faint whoosh behind him as a stone flew in the direction of his head.

Upon awaking he found himself at where the entrance once was, the vines were missing and there was no longer a clearing beyond the trees. He picked himself up, and found a map of the forest, leading him back to the entrance. As he ran, he didn't look back. Not even to pick up the scroll that was slowly fading away behind him.

Remainders of the story have arrived!