Stitchs pov

   I held my hands to my mouth as i blowed warm air.

Midnight, best time to be out in the woods, completely lost too!
Ive been walking for hours! And yet still cant find the roud or street, i sighed as i looked around the trees, as birds chirped in the distance.
As i began walking i felt and heard the crunch from sticks and leaves under my feet,
I couldnt help but feel like someone was watching, i looked behind me, all i was was a pathway ive been walking down covered by trees.
Mabye a bush here and there, i looked infront of me to notice the path i was walking down got darker, its probably my figmet of my imagine nation, i growled under my breathe, and steam blew out of my mouth, it was cold, very cold, i was shaking.
I need to get out of these woods.