Trespass -

Wrong , the forest seemed to say. You are wrong here.

The fence wasn't high, just a rusty whisper of wire and splintered post. On the other side, the forest grew thick and dark, a lung of green that had belonged to the Morrow family for a hundred years. A sign, pocked with birdshot, read: TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT. SURVIVORS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN. trespass

But the hum had become a song. And the song had her daughter's name in it—a daughter who had wandered into these same woods three years ago and never walked out. Wrong , the forest seemed to say