There is a forest at the end of my street, it is very dark and no sounds ever come from it except for the quiet little chirps of crickets in the silent night. One day I was going home from school and I saw something in the forest. I looked around me and saw that no one else was outside but me. I found this to be very odd since little kids always ran around the street, screaming and playing tag with each other, yet there was no one outside, not even the kids. I focused my gaze back to the forest though what was there was now gone. I went back home but the image in the forest couldn't seem to leave my mind. I didn't know what it was or where it came from but it felt like it was etched into the darkest parts of my brain. The thought didn't leave, I couldn't forget about it. It felt as if the thought itself was drawing me to go into the forest. I tried to fight it but I couldn't so one day I went into the forest late at night when the crickets were chirping and everything was silent.