DARK FOREST

The forest swallowed you whole as you stepped beneath its twisted branches. The sound of the wind turned into whispers — soft, human whispers.
A flickering light appeared ahead, swaying in the darkness. You moved closer and realized it came from a lantern held by a shadowy figure in a tattered cloak.
Behind you, another light appeared — this time, from a pumpkin-headed scarecrow moving slowly toward you.

Will you approach the cloaked figure or run from the scarecrow?