Introduction   Some legends are just stories—until you find yourself living one. Deep in the heart of Blackwood Forest lies an area locals refuse to enter after dark. They call it the Whispering Woods , named for the eerie voices that drift through the trees when the wind dies down. Skeptics dismiss it as superstition, but those who have dared to step inside after sundown tell a different story.  The Disappearance That Started It All   In 1987 , three teenagers from the nearby town of Ravens Hollow ventured into the woods for a night of camping. Only one made it out. Darren Clarke, the sole survivor, was found two days later, wandering a backroad in shock, covered in deep scratches. His friends—Lisa and Mark—were never found.  When Darren was questioned, his account was chilling:  “The trees weren’t still. They moved when we weren’t looking. We heard whispers—our names, but not in our own voices. Then Lisa screamed. When I turned, she was gone. Mar...