I was walking down the lone path in the woods. These woods were supposedly haunted. Whoever told me that, they were right. I heard soft, eerie noises coming from around me. Every time I turned to look at a figure I would see at the end of my peripheral vision, it would disappear. Figures and orbs of light, whispers and growling noises. The shrill shriek of a crow and hoo’s an an owl. The occasional feral cat. Yep. These were haunted woods alright. Then, I saw it. An eerie ghoul, a transparent, feminine figure, in a familiar shape. The shape of one I once called my love. I stopped dead in my tracks. Seeing her, her ghost. Her crying, wailing, ghost, reaching out for me. I reached for her hand, trying to touch my once beloved. But in a sudden instant, she faded away. I drop to the ground and put my hands on my face and I sobbed for what I once had, for what I lost, for what I can never get back. I cried for her until my eyes felt hot and dry. I screamed for her until my voice was barely a sound. After what felt like hours, I finally  got up, and continued walking, my mind in a daze. All I could think about was her. I continued on for what felt like an eternity, only to reach the edges of the forest. A passerby wondering why I would take such a dreadful route. I answered him honestly, because of mere convenience. But the forest has a way, a way of haunting those who pass through it. They see someone they once knew, they once loved. And it haunts them. Bringing up painful, sorrowful, and truly dead memories, and haunting those who traverse its path.