The moon slithers through the tree branches, illuminating all the cracks in the dry ground. A wolf howls in the distance - I jump, stepping on Joshua’s foot. He clamps his teeth in pain, trying hard not to scream. Something in the bushes rustles and I whimper, trying to hide my fear from Joshua. “Ugh I hate the woods”. My stomach churns and I want to run, I want to run to the end of the world. Sending up a silent prayer while backing away from the bush. I look for Joshua and hold him tight. Waiting. And then, it leaps.