The Whispering Tree

My name is Luna Burgess and growing up I've always found myself attracted to the woods by my house. Everyday on my way to school I would wonder into the woods and sit in front of the really big, really old Oak tree.
The tree was probably 80 years old you could tell by the way it drooped forward and had I would say hundreds of screaming faces all over the tree.
Growing up I remember hearing rumors about a group of people who lived in these woods and would come out at nightfall and kidnap the townsfolk and thier screaming faces would be carved into the tree so there soul would be entrapped in the tree.
Some even said you could hear the whispers of the dead coming from the tree they were tied to when they died
I was told if you can hear them your next. That they are coming for you and the scariest part is that I've heard them even when I'm not by the woods. I hear them everywhere and now I see people standing outside my house at night waiting and watching and I think tonight's the night I'm gonna disappear forever!!!