The crunching of leaves is all you can hear as you walk through the forest path you've taken. A not so subtle sound of your own footsteps. You pause at a fork in the path, left like you've done before or right? You've never taken this path, it always gives you an ominous feeling. You push your fears aside and venture right.
You continue on the path but start to feel uneasy, glancing around you see nothing and keep going. But someone or something watches you.

~crunch crunch snap~ you freeze hearing footsteps that are not your own.

This is where it begins.