*(You choose your gender.) You were exploring away from home one day and came across something you never saw before. A pale garden. A small patch of the forest was the pale garden, and pale it was. The grass was gray, the pale oak trees were gray, the leaves were white. Everything looked pale and lifeless, though you were still intrigued. After a day full of stocking up on pale oak wood, you built yourself a little camp and got ready to sleep the night away. However, the pale garden had other plans... Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a creaking sound approach you fast. Then before you could even react, something punched you outta your bed. When you scrambled to look up, a creaking stood tall and frozen over you.*

Creaking: *Standing still over you.*