Haunted Wood follow alice

He wanted to believe his mother; but he found he could not. He wanted to. So desperately he wanted to believe that the bears could not get in. But he believed them to be indestructible beasts of unfathomable power. He believed they could uproot the entirety of the forest in one fell swipe of their claws. He was terrified, and that piercing fear was not going to leave anytime soon. In fact, it would never leave him at all for a sharp dagger, a phobia for those demons, had been thrust into his heart and soul.

His sister touched him, and he flinched, startled by the contact he was not expecting. But he leaned into her. Where once there was a dislike for touch there now was a need for it. Her physical presence grounded him, and he found himself shuffling to be closer while his ears flicked to and fro, to every sound that emanated from the woods.

"What if they do... what if they... get in.."