Isaiah

Literally nothing.

Everything was black outside of the light.

I took a step out and it was cold.

Chris said the same as he stood right by my side, looking over his shoulder.

He turned back and saw the lantern in the air.

Oh my god.

We stood there looking at it for a few seconds.

It seemed to crawl by.

Eventually, I worked out which tree it was hanging from.

The broken rope swing at my feet confirmed it.

Way up out of reach, the lantern hung above our heads, tied to the other end of the rope that still dangled from the darkness.

I couldn't work it out.

It was high up, too high up for even a ladder.

The trees were thin and bare besides the leaves that made up the canopy.

There was nowhere to climb.

Picking up the length of rope that had snapped off earlier, I bundled it up and tied a knot and aimed it at the lantern.

I took a step back and jumped, tossing it into the air.

It caught the lantern on its side and sent it swinging, through shadows rocking around us.

I suddenly wished it hadn't hit it.

The light made the shadows lean from side to side with the lantern.