My Paper Forest

You are lost in the wrong forest. The birches whisper with paper silhouettes, and in the mist between the trunks flickers something devoid of common sense. Your salvation lies in the scattered notes. But be quiet. Listen. Old TVs come to life from your presence, eyes in the tunnel watch your every step, and what hides behind the angel in the black puddle has already begun to hunt.
But what if this forest is just a fragment of the subconscious?
What if the televisions are flashes of an anxious mind, and the notes are shreds of a crumbling reality you must flee from? Will you be able to see this journey through to the end, when the predator stalking behind you is merely a shell of your own uncontrollable fear?. #horror