Come my wee little pretty....

Ever been walking through a dark, enchanting forest alone perhaps collecting poppy flowers? As you remain vigilant on your task you hear the snap of a twig behind you that makes your blood freeze. You slowly turn and look over your shoulder as the image of the figure approaches you slowly, an outstretched hand offers a welcome, but the eyes and the twisted smile send your mind warnings of danger. Your skin becomes cold and clammy as a chilling wave of fear cloaks you completely.......
Always,
Witchy