章節 1: Chapter 1
The Old Forest
The woods were a labyrinth of shadows, a verdant maw swallowing the waning light. A circle of men huddled around a sputtering fire, their faces illuminated in an orange glow. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something else, a feral tang that hinted at older, darker things.
"A man needs to piss," one said, his voice a gravelly rasp against the crackling of the fire. He stood, the flames dancing in his eyes, a moment of vulnerability before he turned and disappeared into the night.
Laughter, low and throaty, rippled through the group. "Aye, the call of nature," another replied, his voice thick with drink. "Best he doesn't piss on the fire, though."
"Or worse," a third added, a touch of fear coloring his voice.
"Worse?" the second scoffed, "What could be worse than pissing on a fire, pray tell?"
"The Old Forest has its secrets," the third murmured, his eyes fixed on the darkening woods.
"Secrets, aye," the first returned, his voice dripping with scorn. "And ghosts, and goblins, and the bloody Green Man himself."
Laughter again, but this time with a tinge of unease. The fire crackled and popped, casting eerie shadows that danced and writhed.
"I've heard tales," the third persisted, his voice low. "Of things that walk these woods at night. Things older than man."
A silence fell over the group, broken only by the crackling of the fire. The man who had gone to piss hadn't returned.
"Where the bloody hell is he?" the second demanded, his voice rising.
"Perhaps he's found a new water closet," the third replied, a hint of malice in his tone.
More laughter, but it was strained and hollow. The woods seemed to close in, the shadows growing deeper, more menacing.
"I don't like this," the second muttered, his voice trembling slightly.
"Man up," the first said, trying to sound braver than he felt. "It's just the woods."
But even he didn't believe his own words. The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive. The fire seemed to dwindle, casting larger, more terrifying shadows.
Then, a sound. A whisper, carried on the wind. Or was it the wind? It was a sound born of ancient, forgotten places, a chilling melody that seemed to seep into the bones.
The men exchanged glances, their eyes wide with fear. The fire was now just embers, casting a feeble light on their pale faces.
And then, a scream. A blood-curdling scream that echoed through the woods, a sound that seemed to tear at the fabric of reality.
The remaining men scrambled to their feet, their hearts pounding in their chests. They looked at each other, terror in their eyes.
The woods were silent again, save for the rapid beating of their hearts. They stood there, huddled together, for what felt like an eternity. Then, one by one, they turned and ran, disappearing into the darkness.
The fire burned out, leaving only a bed of cold ashes. And the woods remained silent, save for the whisper of the wind.
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