The grass swayed around the oak in the field, calling with wind, people towards it.
A little girl looked out to it, standing at the gate, observing.
She slowly climbed over and hit the ground. She paused, watching the tree in the distance, her skin could feel the grass.
"What is that...?" she whispered.
Suddenly roots struck upwards, swooping around her feet. She slammed to the ground, screaming.
She was yanked towards the oak, rocks and twigs cutting her as the trunk opened.
It swallowed her, wood closing up.
Grass swayed... inviting innocent souls towards the oak.