The Preserve, Sundown and just after

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Where was he? He could have sworn the path had not veered, nor had he gone onto a different path. And yet the creek was not where it should have been.
He wasn't an experienced outdoorsman, so he'd been keeping carefull to not stray from the path. But he'd gotten the distinct impression that the path had strayed from him.

Earlier
the sound of water flowing over rocks reached him from not far ahead. And soon he could catch glimpses of the stream through the trees, and a new sound reached his ears. Someone, sounding like a little girl, giggling. And splashing.

But when he reached the stream, nothing. No sound reached his ears, and his admittedly untrained eye could find no sign of anyone having been here in a while.

Spooky.

The path led along the bank for a bit, and tim paused before following it back into the woods. His watch alarm beeped letting him know he should turn back to get back before nightfall.

now

Something was moving in the growing shadows. To his right, no, now to his left. Twigs snapped, and something like stones rapping together. it got no closer. Not yet.

then something caught his eye. Out in the trees, faint, then brighter and distinct. a light. green, torchlike, it drifted through the trees, just at the edge of his sight. As if beckoning to him.

"Yeah right." he muttered. "Sorry Willa' The Wisp. I'm not ignorant enought to follow you."

help! or if not I'll get myself out of this