Krystal felt a shiver of cold, dread creep up her spine. She knew she should turn around and run but part of her had to know what was going on. Was she in a forest full of ghosts?
"I know what you're thinking", Jim smiled with an eery glance her way, "But you're wrong".
"What are you then?" Krystal whispered.
"Follow me", he commanded
With each step she took deeper into the woods she felt a heaviness pushing down on her but she couldn't stop now. A low, moaning noise seemed to be coming from the very ground she was walking on. She walked into the dense fog for what seemed like forever, with the strange noises growing louder.
Suddenly Jim stopped and very slowly turned to face her, "We're not dead, you know,we've been transformed".
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