TASK: Read through this text. Highlight where the author has created tension using the colour key below:
Foreshadowing ~ A warning that something is happening in the future.
Setting and Imagery ~ At a place in that time of a movie with props.
Dramatic Irony – Knowing something the character doesn’t.
Withholding Information – Keeping your ideas and thoughts to yourself.
The Whispering Woods
Lena gripped her flashlight as she stepped into the dense forest. The trees loomed over her, their twisted branches clawing at the sky. A thick mist curled around the ground, swallowing her footsteps. The others had dared her to spend an hour inside the Whispering Woods, the place where people claimed to hear voices that didn’t belong to the living—voices that called out names, whispered secrets no one should know, and sometimes, laughed when there was no one there to laugh.
She glanced back at the distant glow of the campfire. “It’s just a silly legend,” she whispered, but her own voice trembled.
As she ventured deeper, the air grew thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic. Her flashlight flickered, casting jittery shadows against the trunks. A gust of wind rushed through the trees, and she heard it.
A whisper.
It was faint, almost like the sighing of leaves, but there were words hidden in the wind. She spun around, her heart pounding. “Hello?” she called, though she knew no one was there. The wind answered with another whisper, just at the edge of hearing. She strained to make out the words.
“…Not alone… turn back… too late…”
Lena swallowed hard. “It’s just my imagination.” But deep inside, she wasn’t sure.
The flashlight flickered again and went out. Darkness swallowed her. She fumbled with the switch, her breath quickening. Then, just as suddenly, the light returned—and she saw them.
Shadows. Not from the trees. Not from her. But standing. Watching.
Lena’s breath hitched. “It’s a trick of the light,” she told herself. But the whispers grew clearer now, and they were all around her.
“…Don’t look… don’t move… it sees you…”
A rustling sound came from behind her. Slow. Deliberate. Something was moving closer. She turned, the beam of her flashlight shaking. The mist parted just enough to reveal a figure—pale, motionless, staring.
And then it smiled.
Lena ran. Branches clawed at her, roots grabbed at her feet, but she didn’t stop. The whispers were screaming now, a desperate warning. She burst out of the woods, gasping, collapsing near the fire where her friends sat, laughing.
“That wasn’t funny!” she shouted, trembling.
Her friends frowned. “What? We didn’t do anything.”
Lena’s heart nearly stopped. She turned back to the woods. The mist had swallowed the trees once more.
And at the edge of the darkness, something was still watching.