Don't touch me

und her, their dark branches reaching out like skeletal hands. The town of Grey Wood had a reputation-one she'd heard whispers of but chose to ignor

enough from town to offer solitude but close enough to make a quick run to the store if needed. Sarah pulled into the gravel driveway, the

convinced herself when she saw the photos online. Stepping out of the car, Sarah took a deep breath. The air was cooler here, fresher than in the city, with a faint scent of pine and earth. She glanced a

with a touch. The realtor had left the key under the mat, a gesture of trust that felt almost old-fashioned in its simplicity. Inside, the house was just as she remembered fr

e. Sarah walked through the rooms, her footsteps echoing in the stillness. The living room opened into a small dining area, which led to a ki

ooking the woods, would be hers. She set her suitcase down on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, th

a cold draft sneaking through a crack in the wall. It was subtle at first, just a prickle a

swaying slightly in the breeze. She couldn't shake the feeling that something-or someone-was watching her. She shook her head, tr

couldn't help but wonder if Grey Wood was really the escape she