Whispers From The Rotting Walls

She just moved two months ago. New house, edge of nowhere, forest in every direction.

She's not trying to make friends. She's fine being alone. Really.

She thought it would just be her and her parents and the trees.

But this town is strange.

The forest is too quiet sometimes. The lake in the clearing feels too still, like it's holding its breath. Some nights her house feels too big, too empty, like someone just left.

She was supposed to be alone here.

But the forest doesn't feel empty at all