Have you ever found yourself taking a late night stroll with, perhaps, a lover through the woods? Be warned as when darkness falls, the forest will change and twist, guiding you further and further into its heart. Soon will the animals and swaying of leaves fall quiet, the only company for you both is each other and soft, phantom thumps. The more you walk onward, the louder the thumps get until the only thing in front of you is an ancient oak tree, after all these years still standing. Should you touch the heart carved into the great oak's wood will a figure appear, giving a comforting, almost familiar feeling, before rushing ahead to rip out each of your hearts.

(Will I explain why the figure does this later? I dunno, depends on if this stupid headache continues.)