The trees of the forest stood tall and the shadows danced and cackled as a young girl wandered deeper through the darkened wood. The lantern held in her hand was useless as the shadows consumed the light emanating from it.

“Now why on earth would you come here?” The young girl turned towards the source of the voice.

“I could ask the same of you, Clarissa,” The girl said.

“Oh Annie, Annie, Annie. I’m not the one clinging to a lamp while I trudge through the woods in the middle of the night.”

Annie adjusted her grip on the lantern.

“You thought I had forgotten?” Clarissa chuckled and circled around Annie. Shadows thickened around the pair.

“I knew you wouldn’t, Cissy,” Annie said.

“How could I forget?” Clarissa stopped circling and stepped closer to Annie, “I’m the one who died, after all,” she muttered in Annie’s ear.