"And to the left of the lodge, you will see the woods!" Smiled the happy-cheery tour-guide as she held onto her large sunhat.
Parker looked into the mouth of the woods, not seeing anything other than trees through the opening.
"Now, before we head in: make sure to have your gear! Make sure to have your food, water, your..."
But Parker wasn't paying attention. He hadn't come to Japan to listen to instructions from a tacky tour-guide. He'd come to adventure. To take in the sights.
To prove to his friends he could survive in Japan's suicide forest.
"Got everything? Okay, let's go! Now make sure to..."
But all Parker heard sounded like "Wah wah wah, boring boring..."
With that they, slowly started to venture into one of the deadliest places on Earth. As they did, someone was stupid enough to ask why Aoikigahara was called the suicide forest.
They got in and Parker took a chance to look around the woods.
For being called such a despicable name, Aoikigahara was a beautiful place. The trees towered over like beautiful towers of green. He was astonished, the life around him taking his breath away. Birds chipped in the distance as he walked, and there were signs of beautiful wildlife everywhere.
When he looked down at the path ahead of him, he noticed the group was gone. He was standing there, alone. Off the path.
"Hello!" He screamed, looking around frantically. His heart was racing, sweat seeping from his pores as he looked desperately for any signs of life.
He kept walking, but it seemed as if everything was getting farther and farther away. He let out a helpless cry and broke into a run. But nothing seemed to get closer.
He fell to his knees, the feeling of being watched tingling the back of his neck.
“Yes… Watcssshhhh…”
Suddenly, Parker was on his feet again, running faster this time from the hissing voice that seemed to be behind him all the time.
“No… Where to… Runnn… No sssafffee….”
He tripped over a root, falling to his knees once again. The rocks scraped his hands and knees and he sat there, dazed.
Suddenly, something fell on his back. He shrieked and fell over, and something fell on his stomach. It was a big, fuzzy, brown recluse spider. Tears fell down his face and he tried flinging it off. But more fell, and so fast he couldn't swat them away.
Suddenly they were all over him. He cried and screamed as little pinchers bit into him. There was a bunch of sharp, stinging pains that turned to a beautiful… Tranquil… Numbness…
“A month after he arrived in Japan and three weeks after stopping to tour Aoikigahara with the locals, Parker Benson, an American at the age of 23, was found dead close to the entrance. The tour-guide in charge of the trip said that she'd just turned around and he was gone, but gave no further comments…
He's claimed to be dead for only a day, as he'd been wandering around in the woods for weeks in end. He was found with small sticks shoved in him, as if he'd stabbed himself from the insanity of wandering off in the deadly Aoikigahara woods…”
