You Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance...

The three-legged man said he had been following some fireflies, and that they had disappeared but now...now they had appeared right in the spot where he swore he had seen something. Okay, shit was getting a little too creepy for his liking. Like what the hell was even going on?? The guy also stated that perhaps eating anything around here was likely a bad idea, and now that he thought about it, the stumpy-legged man was right. After seeing glowing mice in the barn back home, and now weird shadows and oddly colored fireflies, he wasn't so sure he even really wanted to be around in this neck of the woods.

"I dunno..you think following them would be a good idea?" He didn't know this guy, nor did he know what the fuck was going on. For all he knew, it could be a trap or something...and he wasn't particularly keen on finding out himself. "Okay y'know what, how about...you go first, and I'll follow. At a short distance...in fact, I'll probably just go around the tree, cuz I dunno, those fireflies look a little sketch. Not sure that I trust 'em. Sound good? Okay." Maybe it was his nerves, but he was feeling anxious. He didn't quite wait for the man to say anything before he started forward, keeping his senses peeled for anything unusual as he slowly followed the flickering fireflies that just seemed to go further the closer he tried to get.