There was a death in the woods, just about 2 years ago. A young girl left faceless, rotting in the snow. One hand rested lightly on a fallen tree, her soul was exposed, it looked so kind. I don’t think her murderer was too smart of a man, he wasn’t stupid, but he left his footsteps behind. I followed his steps through the heart of the woods, feeling so cold with no mittens and no hat. I came upon a house where the footsteps stopped, i should have left right away, but out he came with a bat. I found myself on the snow, where they find the girl with no face. I looked at myself all bruised and battered, laying in the same place.