A journey home through the Whispering Woods

Your head is a little fuzzy from the party but you turn down the offer of a lift as the crisp night air is sure to perk you up. The wind is stronger than you thought as you turn down the final street and enter the line of trees ahead, They creak around you as the wind gathers, whipping your hair and pulling you along the path.
What's that noise?
There's a rustle to your right, you glance over your shoulder quickly, casting the light of your phone in a sweeping arc, you study the undergrowth intently as the pale light fails to find anything other than dead branches and rotting leaves.
Its probably just a fox you tell yourself and continue on.
You hear a whisper, no it must be the wind in the leaves... but you quicken your pace and break into a slow jog.
The sound is all around you now, you begin to see sallow faces watching you from behind the trees, and whats that up ahead?
Half a body turned away from you, a woman in a pale dress standing still, her long hair hides her face, perhaps she hasnt noticed you. Something about the way she is standing makes your stomach turn, you feel your knees weaken and wish you'd gone to the bathroom before heading home.
As you keep your eyes fixed on the woman you back away slowly and hide yourself behind the nearest tree, careful not to make any noise.
You're hidden for now and allow yourself to rub your dry eyes, you hadn't even realised your breath was held and let out a steady stream of warm air as you slowly peer around the trunk.
SHES GONE!
but where is she?
you panic, straining your eyes in the dark, too afaraid to shine your phone light in case it draws attention.
Relax, you think to yourself. Its just a woman out for a walk, maybe shes lost her dog, maybe shes running away...
You pull yourself together and turn away back in the direction of the path.
She is stood in the middle of the path, body facing your way face still hidden but you can tell she is stairing straight at you.
How did she get there so fast!? Shes seen you for sure, Shes whispering something.
Nope, you dont want to find out what shes saying. Shes blocking your way but you'll start swinging if you have to. You somehow get your legs to work and run full speed through the trees, nothing is going to slow you down. The wind is racing you and tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can barley see as your hair blows into your face and you stumble down a steep bank. You dont see as you fall onto the road. You dont see as the pain in your knees paralyses you for a moment and you dont see as the Truck hurls itself round the bend... You never saw it happen, but finally you hear the whispering clearly. The whispering of the woods.

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