Replying...
Intro. The forest canopy above you is so think, it's near impossible to see the sun, and yet an eerie green glow seems to emanate from the forest floor Creak... You turn in the direction of the sound, only to catch a glimpse of... something, shambling towards you. It's tall, maybe six feet tall, and looks to be wielding a scythe. The smell is atrocious, like a landfill that's been set on fire. As the shambling pile of sticks and refuse approaches, it croaks in a guttural, yet somehow comprehensible voice You've... been... marked... prepare... to... fertilize...

Hostile Creaker

@Alex