It was a beautiful day and I was with my friends. My friends name are Willow, Oak and Maple. My name is Redwood and I’m tall and slim. I guess you can say, but that’s not the point the day was beautiful and the sun was shining and I’m fed well no need to eat any more. Now I am fit to tell you something that’s been bothering me for my whole life and still is till now. This noise is not just bothering but it makes me curious. My mother died when I was young and my dad disappeared. I grew up with maple, then Willow and Oak came after us. Maple is beautiful, so beautiful and has long and beautiful branches and big leaves and she has beautiful curvy stump.

One day I asked Maple, “Hey Maple don’t you wonder what that noise is?”
She replied with “No it’s not my business so, not really.”
“Hmmm” I hummed.
“Yea, I don’t know but, you can ask Willow or Oak but i doubt that they know what it is.” I knew she was lying because her voice sounded nervous because she didn’t sound like she wanted to tell me anything. I kept it to my self. It turned dark I was going to sleep but the noises were back but this time the got closer “vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm vrrrm vrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmm” it was frightening, but I got used to it so it wasn’t that bad but it stopped when the sun came up. I couldn’t sleep last night because of the noises and I am tired. hopefully it won’t be back tonight so I can rest.
Maple wasn’t talking for days because her parents had died that night that the noises got closer, it seemed weird that her parents died the night the noises were by their area and then they died.

Sad days went by. The forest was quiet, only the shedding of leaves on the old ones, the master trees in the area. The master trees run the area and give to the creatures that come day and night for food and shelter in the holes of their bodies. The masters watched Maples parents die, but they were sworn to never tell of what goes on until the new chosen ones are born.
Maple hated that her parents died but time flies and people forget. later maple was talking to herself I thought she had gone mad but she stopped. I asked if she was ok but no reply came from her. That night the noises came back but this time even closer. I was not scared but it was weird and yet it made me more curious and frustrated. I hated curiosity the old ones say, “Curiosity killed the tree.” and I didn’t want to end up being killed be whatever that noise was. That same night Maple was being very abrasive and rowdy. She told me that I was ugly and tall but I knew she didn’t mean it. Anyways, she was depressed so I don’t blame her. I was mad at her comment but she apologize in the morning, I forgave her.
That morning the noise was back, but it was far away and a faint buzzing sound like a little insect with wings. By the time it stopped, it was night and everybody was very tired and sleepy but not me.
I whispered to maple “ Hey maple you still awake?”
“No I’m dead asleep.” she said sarcastically.
I said “What’s with the sarcasm for?”
No answer I think she went back to sleep after that. Nights went by day and night felt like an hour of just nothing. I hated that feeling it felt terrible I didn’t like it, it was weird. Then after that one month of rush I didn’t remember anything but the faint noises in the background.
The forest was quiet many of our friends and family had gone missing and no trace left behind as if they were never there. I stopped wondering because I thought I’d never find out as to what is was. One day out in the distance I saw a little figure and it was blurred but it kept on moving I saw it coming closer and closer and it was almost near us and I thought to myself what is that thing but it left. Its been so long I don’t even remember about the noise then one day I had an epiphany and realized that this thing creature I guess you can call it that but, I realized that it might be the problem to all the missing trees and family.
One day, rumors spread that these things are called human, I don’t know what the are capable of, but what ever this human thing is, it maybe its our safety or maybe our death.