Woodland Calling
Prologue
My name, is john Portland, im 21. If or whenever you find these notes, Your no better than dead. She will have led you to this god forsaken house and there is no chance of slipping past her gaze. She isn't a human being like you and me. She is every tree, rock and leaf in this place. she is know by folk law as the Whisperer. I never thought the things i have seen were physically possible until i entered her woodland. If you want to stand any chance of getting out of this living nightmare then i suggest you read my final memoir's and act. Quickly. Now, no time to waste, she will wait you out. Wait until you starve or kill yourself how ever and with whatever you can scavenge from this rickety old county retreat. Right, now from the top.
