Nobody played down the woods. But I didn't care. Part of me wanted to fight Doug and beat crap out of him and another part of me was scared for him, too: Lastwailing Wood was not a good place.
Kids disappeared there. Witches turned you into goblins or trees tripped you with their roots then swallowed you whole.
As well as that, they'd built a flippin' massive motorway this side of it and there was no way over or under, not unless you wanted to walk five miles to the bridge and back.
Archie followed me.
No turning back now.