Walking through the woods one night

Walking through the woods one night

You greet a stranger
his face hung down 
covered by a robe of sorts

but, there is something about him
that you can’t help
but trust him

in the silence he points back
and you wonder why?
your eyes follow his hands

you see a body in the distance
and a trail of blood that had followed you
you pick up your hands , BLOOD!

and all he says is

"Now it is your turn."