I knew it was a wrong turn as soon as I took it, but the road was narrow; there was no place to turn around. I drove slowly, hoping for a turn-off or at least a some spot wide enough to turn back.

Instead, the road got narrower. I tried to back up, but trees which had already leaned over the road now crisscrossed so low that branches scraped the roof of my car.

Frightened, I stopped the car. I would walk back.

The road was blocked.

My choices: forward or sit in the car.

The trees are moving in.

Author’s Note: Inspired by a prompt on Writers Unite! page. Fun with spookiness.