Darker... darker... darker...

There is almost no light, now -- and is it just the imagination, or has the temperature really fallen by a few degrees? There is the rustle of leaves, though it might go unnoticed as you realize there is a faint light at the end of the narrow path they have stumbled upon.

Titter, titter, titterrrr. You can hear something - something that is certainly not human - laugh to itself in the eerie dark as they embark upon the path.