A lonely place
All there is is a field full of grass and beyond that was the forest.
No one dared to venture far into the forest. There was a story of a chest. A chest with padlocks all over it. To seal the child. The child was a beautiful girl. Long Auburn hair, pale skin and big blue eyes that sparkled. Her smile enchanting.
She was wicked though. She would venture out at night with a cloak drawn over her pretty face and stab whoever was unfortunate to come into her way. An animal or person who may it be. No body knew why. So when she slept they grabbed her and chucked her in. Sealed her with padlocks and chants.
One would hear the occasional whisper or cold draft coming from the forest. But who knows.