Special Branch Ecosse

You find yourself at the edge of a wood (when do you call it a forrest?), there is light everywhere, but further in it gets darker, and you can hear noises, hoots, screaches, bows breaking?.
Do you want to enter? ot is there some primeavel message urging caution, you notice you have started to breath heavier, your heart has become an anvil, some instinct in you tells you to move away, embrace the light, the depths of the wood can wait till another day.