But at night, the forest was worse. The white trunks cut through the darkness like sharp teeth, the forest an endless mouth. As I made the familiar turn into the winding driveway, I felt like a thousand eyes were watching me from the darkness, their stares raising the hair on the back of my neck. It felt alive. Like a wild animal, unpredictable, uncontrollable, something that could kill me without a second thought, but for the moment, it was curled up at my feet.