Starter @halfrican-hero !!
The lights of the leaving daylight were bathing the entrance of the woods the young heroine was about to cross. Her clothes were dirty, slightly torn in some places, and there were some light scratches here and there on her plum skin. She didn't care, though; this was usual business for her, as it was an occupation hazzard, to come home late everyday, looking like that.
And now, that she was about to get to the heart of that place, anxiously pacing to get home, a noise startled her. She took a short breathe in, and her eyes squinted, looking for the source of the sound.
"Hello...?", she asked, outloud, "Is anybody here...?"