All my life, people have asked me why I believe in monsters and myths. They tell me that I have no reason to believe. But see, that’s where they’re wrong. I have every reason to believe. Because what is life without fascination? Without curiosity? I for one would hate to think that we as humans know everything that there is to know, that we’ve discovered all that there is to be discovered. Otherwise, what’s the point?

Once upon a time, the towering pines and sturdy Carolina hemlock seemed like a protective barrier, the walls of a living sanctuary. But now, draped with morning mist and heaped with snow, my beloved woods appear a menacing maze of secrets and shadows.The perfect hiding place for monsters.

Kate, don’t move,” Michael whispered.“Why?” “There’s someone out there.” Kate drew in a shaky breath. “Is it an alive someone?” she asked. “No.

As someone who’s lived most of her life in a small town surrounded by woods, I’ve never appreciated how so many horror enthusiasts flock to the forest for inspiration.