"16, 48, 24, 6...yes, 6. You'll find them all in the forest" the grey old man in a rocking chair said to the lonely adventurer, who then stated his confusion. "You'll find them, the children's soul's"
What was that? Something definitely touched my foot. But all I see is a friendly dancing leprechaun, I begin dancing, it's infectious, I'm laughing, my last emotion as the evil tree attacks.
It’s 3 am. Your room is dark, but you can see something in the middle of the room it has a dark shadowy outline it seems to be floating at the foot of your bed. You can just make out that its eyes are hollow but its staring at you and you are sure, from the glare and the reflection, that its coming closer and closer paralysed with fear their is nothing you can do but watch as it makes horrible breathing sounds and comes right up to your face it opens its mouth and says one thing YOU ARE MINE and all at once everything goes dark.
I awake with a start, I am naked, cold and wet in the woods. I look for clues, anything to show how I got here, or which way to go. A noise comes from the trees: Maniacal laughing. I am going to die.
I wake up to my mom singing a lullaby to my baby brother. I see her in all black, but blurred without my glasses. She tells me to go to sleep, as i hear my real mom bringing in the groceries.
The tree stood there, proudly, facing the sun as it always had. Leaves shining, glossy and new as the day it burst forth from the ground.
Then, a shadow. Closer. Closer. A crown. Timbo strikes again!