While walking in nearby woods yesterday evening I came across some strange slightly-snow covered oddities..
The woods are strange in general to me.. Quiet but yet somehow they reserve secrets that trees are just dying to speak of if only they could .. But these two sights, carvings on trees and a shack on the ground, gave me a creepy vibe .. One that forced me to abandon further walking and turn back.
If you look at the bottom of the photo, that’s Mutley the Dog’s head poking up. He refused to go near the makeshift shack. And when HE refused ?? I refused.
If a man lives in the forest but no one hears him, does he really live at all?