Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors about the muddy roadway. Thick, cold mists spread a pallor over the visible terrain making it difficult to see. Giant trees hedge you in on both sides their trunks almost touching while their branches claw into the mists. Thick, damp undergrowth presses in on you if you step off the road. The woods have the eerie silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unsounded scream.