"I was alone walking on a strange place that I had never imagined, or seen before. The place had lot of trees some of them dead. They were very tall. I was standing in the middle of these trees. It was neither dark nor was it bright. I did not know the intention of my presence in that strange place. I was walking slowly looking at the dead branches of those trees wondering what could have caused their death while others are still alive and green. The ground was littered with small twigs and lot of leaves. The howling wind was throwing leaves and dust on my face, and I was closing my eyes covering my face with my right hand. I could hear the crunching noise of the dead leaves lying on the ground, and obviously it was not from my foot steps. It was like somebody stepping on the leaves. That noise was steady and even. As I stopped in fear, the noise was getting a bit louder gradually with every step and every time I hear it....."