The Boy in the Woods

They told us to never go into the woods. Bad things happen there they said. But they never told us what was there. They pestered us with countless warnings, saying that your fears were there. Whenever we asked them how would the woods know what we were afraid of, they gave us blank, longing looks like they wanted to tell us what was there, but couldn't because somebody or some force was gripping them tightly telling them not to. They would always glance at the woods then back at our confused faces, giving us that pleading look, hoping that we would turn back on our own. The grim look on their faces was enough for some people. Some people, but not me.

What starts out as a common and harmless walk in the woods turns out to be more than she bargined for when a strange,mysterious, and handsome stranger appears to her.