Sick Tricks

Silas shrugged deeper into his jacket, taking careful steps as he tread the forest floor. He was following a pretty beaten trail, very few sprigs of grass left poking out of the soft dirt edges of the trail. He hated this cold weather. At least it wasn't snowing anymore. Ugh. His gloved hands gripped the edges of his camera as he walked, though the strap around his neck kept it firmly in place. It was quiet... Almost too quiet. But then again, it was night time. Most everything had already gone to bed.

Most everything.

It really was a gorgeous sight to be seen, though. Lord knew it had been a long while since he was able to walk through woods like this. Tall trees with thick canopies, little flutters of moonlight to be seen through the cracks, illuminating his path, making everything just visible.

He knew there were things to be had in the forest at this hour, but it's not like it was the forbidden forest. And he felt confident in his pepper-spraying abilities.

His mind was running rampant with the spooky shots he wanted to get and was actively seeking out. Every time he heard a rustle, he held his breath and pointed his camera. "Spooky shots, come out, come out," he breathed lowly.

It was when he heard a bit more than rustling that he stopped in his tracks. He strained to listen, and he followed his ears. His gut wasn't telling him anything about danger, so he figured it would be okay to pursue the noise.