Timmy rushed towards the warmth of the fire. "Well hello there," a deep, cool voice cooed. "Hi," Timmy said meekly, "My name is Timmy." The figure raised his head, and Timmy could see his pale
skin and beedy eyes. "Hello Timmy," the man said,
"What are you doing out in the woods alone?"
"I was driving with my parents to my
grandmothers, she lives around here, but
we got into an accident and I can't find them" he replied.