The woodland sounds grew louder as the skies got darker. It was late evening, and the fading daylight died among the trees.
Emily was scared. But she had to be brave for her little brother.
Suddenly, the forest seemed illuminated by a million little lights.
Pairs and pairs of glowing eyes, drawing closer to the two little children.
The trees were coming to life and there was nowhere to run.
(Another sketch I had made.)