Back+into+the+forest

You and your friend stumble into the forest; the forest feels darker than ever before and the moon is full. You think you hear wolves howling but you are not sure if it is just a figment of your imagination. You try to wander back into the corn maze but it is nowhere to be found. You start to hear a rustling noise around you and you wonder where it is coming from.

The rustling persists and you become paranoid. You start to run past the trees and notice something odd about them; they seem to be moving, and not in a way that they move because of the wind, but in a way in which you start to think they are alive-- not alive like trees-- but alive like humans. You have read poems in your english classes in which trees are personified but you never thought that the personification could be a reality. The howling continues but there are no wolves to be found.

Your legs turn into jelly and you feel the need to stop running, your friend stops running as well. You look at the trees and you see that each one has a distinct face. You turn to you friend and say, "Do you see them?" "Yes." "The trees? You see their faces?" "Yes, I see their faces."

Suddenly an unknown voice enters the conversation, "I can hear you, you know."

You and your friend stare at each other and then at the trees. One of the trees is particularly grimacing at the both of you. The trees are most definitely alive. You contemplate whether you should talk to the trees or not. You don't quite know if the trees are evil or kind, if they are evil one thing you say could push them in the wrong direction. After what seems like hours of useless thinking you say, "Do you know where the corn maze is?"

The trees start to laugh and you feel fear sinking into the pores of your body. You start to shake unwillingly and the trees chuckle even more. One tree picks both you and your friend up and starts walking. After about 10 seconds you are back in the parking lot by the corn maze. The tree takes your car keys out of one of your pockets and hands them to you. Before you have the time to say thank you the tree disappears into the night.