As her voice echoed softly through the many tendrils of trees and branches that spread cross the inky black wood, she was met with the gentle screeching in her ears once more. Somethign was different. Coursing through the screeching were short, rasping words in her ears, incoherent at first but slowly echoing louder and louder until they were clear, rasping whispers:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">You're not welcome here...</span></span></div><br/><br/>It echoed again and again into her ears as a cold, near frostbitten wind blue against her from the direction of the wood as if to push her away. Voices echoed again, ever more urgent in their tone, the whispers sounding like those of children settled so far away and straining with all their might to reach her with their words.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">He sees you...</span></span></div><br/><br/>The words again repeated before dying down into the screeching that only grew louder. It was not until she stood in the silence of the forest that the screeching had an identifiable source, sparking a memory of long ago when she had entered a haunted house with friends at the boardwalk carnival. This horribly demented house had a portion meant to be a dungeon and upon a slab, strapped into what was labeled "the rack" was a man, the speaker beneath he table producing the same sort of screeching that she would hear whenever he was near, it was the sound of someone being pulled and stretched to inhuman limits before the pressure simply tore them apart.