
Lisa, a young and nice
girl. Her sister had died a long time ago, but somedays the pain is bigger than the day it happened. Lisa seeks her sister, because she is sure she did not die that night.
On a cold, windy night two young girls wander in the forest. At 12:00 a.m they are at the beginning of the forest. As they walk one writes and draws. Those pages are scattered throughout the possessed forest. As the souls of children cry in the forest, sadly those little voices.... are never herd.All Rights Reserved