Worth It

The silence in Scott's room was only broken by the faint creaks of the house settling.

He shifted in his sleep, a slight furrow forming between his brows as if his subconscious sensed that someone had been watching him.

His consciousness began to slip deeper into the realm of dreams, he found himself standing in a forest.

The trees swayed gently, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the crimson sky. The ground beneath his feet was soft and damp, cool against his bare skin. Where am I? he thought.

"Scott…"

The voice was low and resonant, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

It sent a shiver down his spine, not entirely unpleasant but tinged with something darker. He spun around, his breath quickening, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Who's there?" he called out, his voice trembling slightly.