Micah
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
The map was no help, and the real compass.
Still spinning.
Act together.
Faces carved into it.
Stacked on top of each other.
My mouth's open, eyes gouged so deep the wood splinter, something in my stomach turned cold.
It wasn't just the carving, it was the feeling.
Like I wasn't supposed to be there, like I'd crossed a line.
I remembered a whisper of a story back in town, a local legend, the Watcher of the Ridge.
People laughed about it, said it was just a scare tactic for kids and tourists.
But standing there, staring at that post, it didn't feel like folklore.
It felt like I'd broken a rule.
I turned and left.
Fast.
I didn't run, but I didn't slow down either.
I kept my eyes forward and refused to look back, even though I could feel it.
The hum in the air, like something was paying attention.
The wood pressed in.
Branches reached across the trail.
Roots caught at my boots.