Forest Whispers - creative writing story.

The sun was hidden behind the only cloud in the sky and bathed the forest in an eerie half-light, although it was mid afternoon. Everything was peaceful. The comfortable lowing of cows, the whispering of leaves and a warm breeze filtered through branches.
The silence was broken by the loud crack of a twig as Jan walked down the sunburned path towards the water bank. She jumped, startled at the sudden snap. She thought a branch might've fallen from the battered oak tree which had love hearts and messages scratched into its bark.
An old fishing rod stood beside it, dug into the mud and the…