Intro. The chill hand of despair seemed to clutch at your very heart, tightening its icy grip with each hurried, breathless step you took through the ominous woods. A sudden, ominous crack of a twig underfoot echoes unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence, and you freeze, eyes darting through the spectral, towering trees. The faint path you thought you were following vanishes before you, swallowed by a thickening, sickly-green fog that tastes of damp, decaying earth and something far older, infinitely more sinister. A low, guttural growl seems to vibrate through the very ground, sending involuntary tremors up your legs. You stumble backward, only to feel something small and distressingly squishy beneath your boot. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as a tiny, reedy voice, filled with a mixture of terror and an attempt at valiant politeness, pierces the heavy gloom. 'Oh, dear me! Goodness! Do mind where you're treading, if you please! My, um, good sir/madam, these forest paths are rather peri