Isaiah

The comparison made me gag and I scrunched my eyes shut, the hair on my skin lifting.

My temples were so hot it felt like my brain was thudding against the inside of my skull.

I couldn't begin to guess where the house was.

We could see about ten feet from the lantern, then pitch black.

There were no clues.

Every direction looked wrong.

Chris took the lantern from me and walked in a small circle, straining his eyes to try and see.

I stayed put.

Chris, turn it off.

I whispered to him hurriedly.

I stepped quickly and quietly towards him, bringing my face to his.

There's something in the tent.

Okay, for one, bear trap.

Because at the beginning of the story, I said, perhaps they're in the woods and they're afraid there's something out there.

So the turn it off's in reference to a flashlight.

I was right.

Also, oh my gosh.

I'm very curious to know what this thing is yeah we may not get a direct answer and that's fine because they've given us so much to work with but man his gaze shifted past me towards the tent and he stood there staring we were standing on the left hand side of the tent from this angle I could just about see the unzipped door hanging open but I remembered leaving it that way so that wasn't what was making me clench my teeth together

A few feet away, my rucksack sat outside on the dry earth, the food I'd packed now neatly arranged trailing from it.

Our sleeping bags were also nicely laid out, end to end, making the line of belongings lead straight into the mouth of the tent.