Isaiah

Goosebumps went hard.

Goosebumps went super hard.

They did great.

But man, I tell you what, that face freaked me out.

Anyway, so, but that's what, when they're talking about the woman with the head of a cat, that's what I thought of, that thing in the woods.

The light of day eventually faded and it was getting hard to see.

So we headed back to the tent for the night.

The impressive heat during the day killed our appetites.

So we left the food for now and decided we'd eat it at night if we got hungry.

Chris hung the electric lantern at the front of the tent, flicking it on as he did so.

It was surprisingly bright, spilled a yellow light onto the ground and onto the trees that faced us.

The warm glow looked dramatic, but whatever was beyond the light had hidden in blackness.

Our immediate area was clear, but after a few paces, the light seemed to stop dead.

It looked weird.

Chris ducked under the tent opening and I followed him.

Sleeping bags looked inviting as the heat from earlier had gone and it was too cold for shirts and shorts.

We got inside and took the lantern with us.

Can you hear meowing?

I said, bro.

I said, my head tilted as I strained to hear.