Horror Fantasy - Dangling

Deluded, I was sitting on a very weird tree. I could see that the huge trunk went down ceaseless and disappeared into the think fog below. The crooked branches extended to eternity. Completely leafless, the uncountable branches went entangled giving it a creepy look. It was pitch dark around when the clouds veiled the moon. When they went away the moonlight falling on the creepy branches added to the horror.

The tree was wet so was I, I realized. On the tree, dotted till far away, were creatures, plain white hazy figures. Some were sitting, some dangling down the branches while some swaying with the wind. Their tapered tails was moving in the rhythm of the wind. The creatures created cruel sounds that no human could stay conscious.

But I seemed to be sitting there for long, smiling, probably talking to the ghosts. They seemed harmless as I sat, not knowing how long I have been there.
Then I asked, "You are great guys. Why do you scare humans ?"
"Great guys" came a voice from above followed be a screechy wicked laughter, that made me jump out of my skin, alerting me against something.
"You will know" came another from right. My hair stood on end. I knew that I was now panicked.

One blink, I found that the faraway creatures seemed closer, their hollow eyes arresting mine. Another blink, more closer, diminishing the darkness with their white figures. They were appearing nearer with every blink. I was cold, frozen, bewildered, terrified, screaming. Another blink and...

Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - Arresting Rhythmic Wicked.