Golden death parade 1.0

This is a pile of crap. Most is now uncanon.
In the sacred woods, Wolfman walked, alone, no one around for miles. Or so he thought. The glowing flowers on the trees long, dark vines, dimmed as a light rumble went threw the woods. "Hello?" He called, worried, for the warnings he had heard. "See that red shape glow and your alone, run before he can see you and recognize you." They all said. The same old warning, the same old spot. Right where the ruby thorns grew, with a thin coat of acid on there leafs, decay all it touched. He turned back, before any further danger could be approached. He called his friend. It rang, and he picked up. "Hey Brian," He started. "I'm in the woods, right by the ruby thorn bush, you know the thing they always warn us about? Yet we never got caught by it?"
He replied with a choppy and static, Yes.
"What was that?" Wolfman questioned.
"Yessssss." The static blurred his voice.
A strong gale whipped for two seconds. And a red light glue, Wolfman kept his back turned and hoped it was just the moon reflecting on the rubies. "Just get out and don't look back," He told him self. "What ever you do, do not look back." He cringed, now tempted to turn his head. Lightly, oh so slightly he started to turn, just for a split second. "Hello? You still there?" He looked at his phones screen, no service.
The wind said a soft whisper. "Ereht olleh."
Now he sprinted.
"Kcab emoc." It said
Wolfman felt paralyzed, he squinted his eyes. Let out a scream and opened them. On the ground he sat, hunched over the ground. He kept his eye on he grass, feeling a hand on him.
"Wolfman wake up!" Brian shouted.
Falling off a couch he awoke from a nightmare, which seemed as it was reality. His stomach sank as he soon realized it could a glimpse to the future like many past dreams had been. "Sorry," He replied. "I guess those woods really are bad for us!"
Brian shook his head. "I don't understand what's so bad about the thorns..."
To be continued in part 1....