Let me tell you a story, our story takes place a long time ago in a village called 'Greenwood'. In this village, a boy named Aspen Johnson lived in one of the smallest houses. His house was close to the woods so instead of playing with the other boys his age, he played in the woods.
"Ma!! Im going out to play with my 'friends'!!" He lied.
"Stay safe hun!" His mom called back, believing his lie.
Aspen ran out of the house and into the woods. He had a tree house which was on a crooked tree near the swamp close by. He climbed and tumbled over the fallen trees.
"I'll never understand why the buliders left these huge trees here," he sighed, "but at least they cover up my tree house so the other boys won't destory it."
Soon he ended up slipping and tumbling into the mud.
"AGH!!" He yelled as he fell.
Aspen soon got up and took a look at his clothes. He was worried he would get in trouble for going out so far into the woods when he wasn't supposed to.
"Hello.." a voice called out.
"Uh hello?? Who are you??" He said, looking around for the voice.
Soon there was just silence. Aspen continued over to his tree house. Why is this happening to me?? He wondered. He tried to clean off his clothes but there was no use in trying. It was stained all over. He found some spare clothes in his tree house. He kept trying and trying to clean off his clothes, but then he saw something in the distance.
"What the-"
