Deep in the woods, when a chilly frost covers the forest floor, danger lurks beneath the shadows.
It ducks between the shafts of moonlight that hang in the air.
It slithers through the dark of night like it’s barely even there.
Though its steps never make a sound, it leaves crisp footprints in the snow.
Never seen and barely heard, the danger creeps nearer.
It brushes against your back like the unforgiving cold, sending shivers down your spine and leaving you when you turn.
Danger lurks in the dark of night, right behind you to give you a fright.
Danger lurks just out of reach, right until it strikes.