Blood+Creek+Woods

The two sat, eyeing the map at no end. no matter how hard they tried, they could not find one landmark. Blood Creek Woods. Someway, somehow, it did not exsist. Impossible. Not six hours ago Ben and David saw the sylvan woods. Now, a half hour until midnight, they sat in David's room with supplies all around. //Please come.// "Are you sure it's big enough?" questioned Ben, eyeing the pearl necklace and handing it to David. "I think," said David, pausing to think for a moment. "I think it can be any size. We should be okay." //We're waiting for you.//

Legend tells of Blood Creek woods much. Recieveing it's name from the blood red river flowing through the middle of it, it's said to be haunted. Belief states that all souls who die in those woods flow down the river, waiting for a living being to stumble by. These spirits are said to moan as a warning to a passerby, telling to come no closer. If this heed is ignored, spirits from the river will then let out an ear-piercing screech. This has been compared to the sound of breaking glass, shrieked at the mien of a banshee's. Through further shun, spirits are given the ability to come out of the river. This guessed because any winesses never return. It also tells that such can only be repelled at one single presence. A pearl.

David checked his watch. "Twenty 'til midnight. Come on." He gestured toward Ben to follow. "I don't know," said Ben. "Are you sure about this?" "Positive," stated David firmly. //We're still here.//