Witchy Wizardly Woods

My home was a small village that was surrounded by the famous Crooked Forest in Western Poland. The forest contains about 400 pine trees that grow with a 90 degree bend at the base of their trunks.
I was carrying wood when I heard my mom calling me.
“Aniela, sweetie, can you please come to the kitchen?”
I dropped the wood and went to her side. She was waiting for me by our cabin’s door.
“What do you need, Mom?”
“I am baking a couple of pies and I ran out of berries. Can you please pick some for me?
“Okay, Mom, I will bring as many berries as I can hold in my bag.”
I was walking as fast as I could to come back before dark when I saw a big wall forming ahead of me. I knew the woods very well and I definitely didn’t see that wall before.
When I reached the wall I saw an old man standing by a double wood door. He opened it and I was able to have a peek at some incredible inhabitants.