I was reading some giant book in the car while my father, who was an orld chinese man, went into a restaurant to get some food. Before leaving the car, he put a black cloth over his head, and made part of it into a little topknot looking thing. When he came back he knew I had been posessed, even though I was hiding behind the book.
We went to a camping ground and were eating. The noises in the woods alarmed him until he realized that the slimy leaves that were walking around were friendly. We later saw a bunch of roots loking around for food, and tried getting away. Two pick-up trucks were speeding out, and we flagged them down to help us. One truck got entangled by the roots and was eaten. The other truck started driving ofof before we got to it, but we managed to grab on.
Later on, we went back and met up with some other campers. One of the groundskeepers noticed the roots were back and had us all hide in a trench far away. We tried lighting soem water on fire, but I could’nt get any sticks to stay lit. Someone went up to the roots and tried to fight them, sayinhg he wasn’t afraid. When the woods opened up with a bright light and two hands garbbed him by the neck and pulled him in, he said he changed his mind. The groundskeeper and I decided to walk around the area and find out what was going on. There were a bunch of mayan designs sketched noto the walls, and we found one that was a hidden doorway that said ‘bedroom’ on it. We went in and it was just a maze. We accoasionally heard footsteps as we snuck around, but only encountered some young girl that wouldn’t speak. I had visions of a man walking up to a woman with arms like an octopus, but made of roots. He hugged her and then she wrapped him in roots and suffocated him.