They had come to Solemn Forest1 on a dare. The local folk tales had been too much. The townsfolk had spoken of terrible beasts2 and predators3 that would strip a person of their flesh while still breathing.
The stories made their hearts race4.
“Well… the bugs7 are pretty terrible.”, Gary said as he swatted another one away from his food.
The friends joked and celebrated their victory as the suns went down. None noticed the wind had stopped blowing through the trees and the forest had gone completely quiet.