As she raced into the thick brush and foliage of the forest she would find his markings in the most seemingly random of spots, dotting out a path along the trees, possibly the way he would find his way to her every day. The markings lead deep into the forrest, far past the reach of the neighborhood she lived in, moving clsoer to the mountains and streams and the are marked on the maps of the city as the "Stretched Woods". The trees were a darker wood as if burnt, every leaf a dim, inky black. The dew upon their leaves came off in a murky red as if the trees bled, leaving stains upon her jeans as she passed through the brush. Signs marked the beginning of the darkened forest, old signs, possibly from the days when the township was a village, during the 1800's. His symbol was written onto the sign by human hands beneath the words "Stretched Woods". Every tree stood long and thin, their branches stretching outward like black, slithering tendrils. The trunks of the trees were covered in rusty nails, the remnants of blood stained into the wood from the point where the nails were driven in.