Deep inside the whispering woods, a nonely traveler was wandering off the path. Then suddenly a cold breeze sent shiwers down his spine. After a while of walking Chris came across an old dusty cabin hidden underground, ignoring the warnings of danger he pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside.
There was small light which Chris had opened, and started looking around. Horrifying words carved onto the walls, strange symbols adorned on the floor and a sickening smell was in the air. Then all of a sudden a whisper came from behind him chilling Chris to the bone, he started panicking as he realized he was not alone!
From the darkeness emerged a figure in a cloak, its face was not visible and was covered in red substances. It spoke like a corpse coming back from the dead, promising untold horrors to those who dared trespass in it`s domain.
With shaking hands Chris tried to escape this horrifying creature but the door slammed shut with a loud thud on his face, trapping him inside the old cabin. As the whispers grew louder echoing through the woods, he knew he was doomed to become a part of another tale from the whispering woods.