Grouse Thicket 腐敗 ogamu-juku

The sweet-sour scent of young apples surrounded Grouse Thicket like a warm scent of grandmother's secret apple pie recipe freshly baked and served. There was an eerie silence that surrounded the Grouse, a silence that didn't bring forth peace and serene thoughts. Instead there was this spooky, strange sensation that someone -- or something -- was watching. Someone was calling, enticing and flirting like a siren lost at sea. Dragonfly was scurrying his way through the dense thicket, trying to find the exit while having an uneasy tingle in his stomach; as if he was being followed. As if somebody else was there. Oh, but there was somebody else there!

Who is haunting who?