Caught by fangs

It was a dark and chilly night in Sannaville and Maris was asleep, enjoying the cold breeze that caressed her skin from her wide open windows.

As if summoned by some unknown forces, her eyes snapped open and she sat up like a dead man with red wavy hair falling down her back. Without blinking, she kicked off her blue Hermes duvet and got to her feet.

There the disembodied sound was, it sounded like chimes and many women singing 'ah' in one key. It called her and her feet moved on their own accord as if she had no control over them. Actually, she didn't because she was somewhat asleep.

"Into the forest... Into the forest." Soprano voices whispered in her head and she followed them to her wide open window.

Maris tried to move, but the window was in her way. She climbed up the window and the breeze blew her hair in different directions.

She jumped down barefooted, but couldn't feel anything because she was hypnotized by whatever had the voices in her head.

"Forest... Forest child..." Many voices chanted in her head, bewitching her even more.

She walked straight without moving a muscle in her face and got lost in the evergreen forest with tall scary trees. Birds flew from one tree to the other and the place was only illuminated by the ever shining full moon.

Maris walked deeper into the forest in her hello Kitty blue pajamas, numb to the sticks she had trampled on.

"To the left our child," A voice uttered and the other voices argued with her loud and angry.

"Not left, that'll be too long." A calm and quiet voice objected. "Right, child."

Maris took a step forward to the right, but got confused once again by the voices having an argument in her head.

"Fine!" A different voice yelled, a voice that sounded like that of a whistle. "She can take the right."

Maris took the right and stopped again when she had to wait for the voices to say left or right.

"Right." They sang in one tone.

Just as Maris was about to take the right, the smoke from a burning bush rode the air into her nose. She coughed and was suddenly distracted. With her nose high, she followed the smoke of the bush that was ablaze.

"No, you dumb child!" The voices chanted angrily. "Follow the right!"

Maris' subconscious state or should I say hypnotized state didn't heed to the warnings. She went deeper into forest, following the flames and howling of wolves.

The owls hooted and turned their heads in three sixty as she walked passed them. Their eyes opened and closed weirdly with more hooting.

"It's your fault, if you hadn't told the child to follow the right she wouldn't have perceived the smoke." A voice argued.

They continued with their arguments and insults until they had face palmed and agreed for fate to take it's cause.

Instantly, Maris' leg got stuck in a hole and she wiggled like a zombie, trying to free herself from the clutches of the hole–but it was an epic fail. The hole widened and sucked her in.

She rolled down the hole and banged her head on a tree. Pain spider webbed her entire head and shot down her ears.

"Ouch!" She winced, nursing her bruised head.

Maris peeled her eyes open and beheld a strange dark forest with trees unusually tall. She blinked owlishly and slapped her cheeks numerous times.

"Wake up, Maris." She slapped herself harder and it stung.

The moment she realized it was real, her heart skipped a beat and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but was instantly dried off by the harsh wind. It huffed and puffed at her, dust making it's way into her eyes.