As the sun began to set, the forest around Jane grew darker and darker. The trees seemed to loom over her, their branches reaching out like claws. The wind howled through the trees, making them creak and moan. She pulled her cloak tighter around her, trying to keep out the chill. She tried to stay calm, but it was hard not to feel afraid. She kept telling herself that someone would come to help her, but as the hours passed, she began to lose hope.
Jane could hear the crickets chirping in the distance, their sound echoing through the darkness. She also heard the hooting of an owl, and the rustling of leaves as the wind blew through the trees. But above all, she could hear the sound of her own breathing, fast and shallow. She tried to slow it down, but she could feel her heart pounding in h
