The extreme place

Over the horizon lays the darkness. Away from the city, tucked in the corner of the valley lies a dormant forest. Few dare approach. The floor, covered in vines, lays untrod by humans. The forest uninhabitable for anything unless they be fungi. The air musty, unbreathable.
One lone man dares travel to the forest, his name, Ted Bundy. The lone traveller was one of the more bundy people in the town, no one dared talk to the odd man. He was always skittish around people, across the years multiple accusations had arisen about disappearances involving him.
Many times every month ted would walk himself to the old dark forest, no one ever knew why. Until now.

The man approached the forest this day as he normally would, calmly, smugly, but this time the woods were different, they felt… odd. The man knew this as he approached and he slowed himself to a stop near the edge. He breathed. “This isn’t right” He whispered to himself, suddenly from his rights a particularly wrinkly tree shuddered. The man gasped and stumbled backwards, the tree towered high above the man. “You’re absolutely right” The tree bellowed at the man.