Mysteries of The Forest

Chapter 1 - Noises

A/N: Hello! This is my very first novel on this site. I appreciate any comments, criticism or not. I am only 13, so there might be a few errors here and there, but I made sure to polish it up for Wattpad. I'm publishing the first chapter, and I eagerly look forward to your comments, so I can make the following chapters a much more enjoyable and lively read.

** Heavily edited from before. 

I hope you enjoy my original story.

Also, thanks to @PEPEROJUNG for the beautiful cover!

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I woke up, cold and scared in something that looked to be a forest. Thick, lush trees, and dewy grass so green my eyes could hardly process them surrounded me. A small stream edged next to my left arm, bubbling and gurgling. Before I could take into account of where I was, I heard sounds, each of a distinct voice. Loud and soft, men and women. I could hear the different intonations and accents each of them held. They were everywhere. Voices of humans. Logically, that meant there were people all around me. But there weren't. I looked around, unaware of where I was or who I was, and although the noises I heard were deafening, there was no one around. I started to sweat. I closed my eyes, telling myself,

"This is all a dream..."

Slowly, I reluctantly opened my eyes, only to find myself to still be in the damp, swampy forest. Mud caked my nails, and wet hair stuck to my face. Something in my head rang louder than the voices.

Spotter. Listen to me.

Spotter... yes. I could remember it vaguely. My name was Spotter.

But who was that voice?

Spotter. I am here to help. I am here to help.

It was repeating itself. Why would it want to help me? I was halfway to death's door just from hearing sounds. I am clearly not fit to be alive.

Don't you ever dare think such thoughts. Now, calm down, and list-

Before I could take in the voice in my head, the voices outside my head were louder than before. Each of them seemed to envelop the others, and enter my mind one by one. Like a party, but with demon guests, entering your house one... after another... and another.

A storm was devouring my mind. I had to do something.

"PLEASE! STOP!", I screamed, as tears rolled down my face. The voices hushed... and I lay there, unable to move, or breathe. They stopped. They listened to me.

What could these creatures be?!

Okay, we have this entire situation under control, yeah, Spotter?

I nodded in the mud, only to get my face lodged inside the sticky liquid even more. When I tried to pull myself out of the stagnating brown mess, it was impossible. It seemed as if no matter how hard I willed myself to move, my brain was not following through with the action. Like a child throwing a tantrum, it did not want to listen to my attempted movements.

I succumbed to my depleting energy. I lay back down on the mud, and closed my eyes. I knew in my heart that I could barely move even the slightest fragment of bone.

Spotter! Stop this nonsense at once!

Wherever I was, I was sure that I wouldn't be coming back. Slowly, everything turned to black.

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I woke up yet again, but this time, in a sheltered hollow. Somehow, it was eerily quiet there, with no noises from terrifying invisible creatures. I heard a sound.