It was the fourth death this month that had been attributed to that creature. No one knew what was causing the deaths. All they knew was that the creature responsible only struck when it was dark. The bodies were always found in the light a few days after death, looking as if they had been impaled, or stabbed. Sometimes there would be bite marks as well. The creature had never been seen by the town's inhabitants, and rumor had it the victims never even saw it. Naturally something supernatural like this would bring in ghost hunters. 

 Sam grinned at his friend and fellow ghost hunter, Mark. There was normally a third, Jen, but she was sick and couldn't come. "I can't wait to see this thing." Sam said, his grin growing. Mark looked nervous, grabbing the small pistol he carried with him for these 'hunts'. "I don't know man.... all the other things we went after was stuff that didn't do this. How do we know it's not some sicko in the woods, killing anyone that goes in?" he asked. Sam scoffed. "No one sees it, there aren't even footprints. I talked to the locals though, sometimes they hear a girl singing in the woods. I think it's a spirit out for revenge." he said, grabbing their camera. Mark's frown deepened. "Which means us going in there is a very bad idea." he muttered, grabbing the EMF reader. 

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Night had fallen. Sam was bored, poking at the small fire they had started while waiting. He frowned when Mark jumped, looking around. "Dude, it was just a squirrel or something." he said, rolling his eyes. Mark twitched, looking around again. "Squirrels don't growl." he whispered. Sam sat up better. "Growl?" Mark nodded, looking increasingly nervous. Sam grinned widely, grabbing his camera. "Come on, put out the fire! We have a spirit to find!" he said brightly, grabbing the bucket of water. Mark groaned and grabbed their stuff.

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"Sam, it's been three hours. We aren't going to find anything!" Mark said, annoyed now. Other than some weird growling noises, they had found and heard nothing. Mark was tired and annoyed, but Sam was determined to keep looking. Mark groaned when he realized Sam wasn't listening and turned around. "I'm heading back to the van, have fun buddy!" he yelled, walking back the way they came. He was tired, cold, and achy from all the walking. He couldn't wait to recline in the van seat. Then he heard it. Singing.

It was a youngish voice, obviously a female one. Mark frowned, he didn't think anyone else would be in here. "Hello? Hey, do you need a hand or something?" he called out, and the singing went silent. Mark frowned again and started walking to where he heard the singing. "Hey! Do you need help?" he yelled, speeding up. The singing started up again, but this time it was... behind him? He turned around and back, before it changed direction again. This continued for some time, before he stopped, panting. He looked around the clearing he was in and gaped. He had gotten lost.... very lost. 

The song changed, making him shiver. The innocent sounding voice had turned dark. "The unneeded meaning of start and end. To the disappearance of this soul. Who remembers characters? From the window of madness, goodbye..."  

Mark was shaking and looking around desperately, grabbing his pistol. "W-who's there?!" he yelled. A pair of purple eyes appeared among the trees, and the singing got closer. 

"Hello, myself, haven't we met before? Goodbye myself, so you want to talk?"

Mark was frozen, staring at the haunting purple orbs as they came closer. A girl stepped into the clearing, petite with long black hair, that was flowing in some invisible wind. She was wearing a long black dress, and had a shawl over her shoulders. She was barefoot, Mark could see that. She continued to sing, drawing his attention to her eyes again.

"iNSaNiTY, Like floating on air. PSYCHoPaTHY, A carefree life. iNSaNiTY, An illusion that can't end. CaPTiViTY, Unable to run away." she sang, stepping closer. Mark was frozen in his spot, unable to move as the shadows around the girl lengthened and grew, stretching towards him as she started to grin, showing sharp teeth.

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A scream pierced through the forest, making Sam stop. "Mark?!" he called, running to where he had heard the screaming. He heard gunshots and ran faster, dropping his heavy camera. "MARK!" he screamed, bursting into a clearing. He froze when he saw his friend's body, bleeding out into the dirt. He was covered in bleeding wounds, and his eyes were wide open in terror. Mark gurgled, blood bubbling out of his mouth. Sam ran to his side, trying to stop the bloodflow. "Nonononono...." he muttered desperately. Mark's head turned to face him and he gurgled something.

Sam froze, trying to listen. "What is it?" he asked him, trying to control his panic. Mark gurgled again. "Be...hind..... you....." Sam's eyes widened and he whirled around, seeing a shadowy creature with sharp, glistening teeth and bright purple eyes standing there. It pounced on him before he could even scream.

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A few days later, the bodies of 27 year old Sam Jacobs and 23 year old Mark Rice were reported on the news. They had been found outside the forest, with many, many wounds. All of their equipment had been destroyed, and the pistol Mark had been carrying was crushed. The locals took caution and avoided the forest, while tourists and ghost hunters would poke around during the day. But no one entered at night. Not ever again. After all..... she was walking. The forest was hers. And no one dared to trespass when she walked.