Isaiah

I pulled it harder.

It didn't creak.

My mouth went dry.

I jumped up, grabbed hold, and yanked it down.

The branch bent a little as my feet touched the floor, and still it didn't make a sound.

I kept holding of it as I stared up towards the branches, but eventually the rope gave way under my weight, somewhere in the middle, and a soft thud fell on my ears as the thick rope fell in front of me.

Chris was rattling the lantern as he came by.

The main character is like fighting demons right now, scared to death.

The, um,

The it's such an easy play, but doing the whole, I think this is something, but it's something else standing next to me.

It always works.

Always.

I like it.

I like the idea of the creaking too.

Yeah.

Well, it almost sounds like it was the thing making the creaking noise because the rope never made the noise, right?

He assumed it was the rope or the branch, but it wasn't either.

So it's like whatever this thing is, it makes creaking noises when it moves.

Pretty hard.

You know, some of my complaints from the beginning, I apologize.