Once upon a time…

In a village surrounded by thick woods, a family lived in a small cottage. The father, a brave man, often left to hunt for food. One night, he didn't return. The mother, worried, held her children close, whispering tales of spirits that roamed the forest when the moon was high.

Days passed, and the villagers spoke of shadows moving in the trees. The family, feeling the chill of fear, decided to search for the father. They ventured into the forest, the mother's heart pounding like a drum.

As they walked deeper, whispers floated on the wind, and glowing eyes watched from the dark. The children clutched their mother’s hand, and she whispered a prayer to ward off the spirits, for it was known they disliked the sound of hope.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—it was the father! He was weak but alive, having escaped the spirits’ grasp with the strength of his family in his heart.

Together, they returned to their cottage, leaving the spirits behind, to haunt the forest no more.