it walks through the remains footprints compacting and yet the ashes still clinging clinging, clinging clinging to you hands can only be washed so many times before ghosts get upset upset, upset upset at you screaming is only effective if someone can hear you and no one is around to help help, help help for you mouths wag, and flap but you should pay attention when they ask why? why, why why would you? sneaking through the underbrush it's form is ever shifting all it wants is to keep creeping creeping, creeping creeping up on you