Any light was covered by a dense blanket of clouds. Both the moon and the stars were absent. Simply black. Ginny moved slowly through the woodland since she couldn’t go much faster than a snail’s pace due to the uneven terrain. Even worse, she sensed that she was being observed. She was on edge in every way.
Ginny was astounded to see an abandoned automobile in the woods. How did it ever manage to arrive? She bravely walked up to the automobile. She cleaned some mud off the glass.
The woodland was then shaken by the loudest scream she had ever heard.