You creep forwards, your eyes twitching from side to side awaiting some unseen assailant to forth shoot from the undergrowth, you delicately place you feet, searching for man traps and explosive trip wires. Nothing, you get up close and just see it is an old branch with some dew on it that was glinting in the sunlight making it look as it was treasure but it is not. Damn your eyes playing such a foul trick on your mind.
Do you
Think its quiet
Think its too quiet
Think its oh so quiet, shhh, shhh.
Think its way too quiet this is getting spooky
Think maybe the lack of anything signifies that there is something new and terrible in the woods…. Ooooooh