Haunted woods had always been an eerie neighbour of caldera. At different times of the day it could look both mysterious and welcoming, then beautiful and with a hint of sinister as well, mischievous and almost devillish. Teasing and challenging the passersby to come for a visit and see, if they ventured out as well. Standing at the edge of the area, Dwin remembered the ghost stories Maia had told her children on quiet and misty autumn evenings and for a while the favorite game of the young Blackthorns had been to go ghosthunting. First - around caldera. Later - they (she could not longer recall, who exactly) had figured that all the ghosts must live in the Haunted woods. Hence, the name.  Aidan and Jay had later claimed that they had gone to the place and spun the most fantastic tales, but Dwin had never truly believed them. 

Now - she idly wondered, whether that could have been the truth. Just then she was drawn away from her contemplation, when she spotted movement in the distance and a shadowy-spider like figure coming in her direction.