Micah
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Around midday I came across something strange.
Flat rocks stacked neatly in little towers, each one facing the woods, at least twenty of them.
Non-mandum.
All deliberate.
Like a boundary.
I stared for a while, snapped a photo, then knocked them over with my boot.
I don't know why.
Impulse, maybe.
Felt like they didn't belong there.
Or maybe I didn't.
That night, I camped near a bend in the river, used a top instead of the tent.
Fast out lighter, kept the light dim, but the whole evening I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched, not paranoia, just constant awareness, like something else was out there.
Then I saw it, a rock, a rock, perfectly round, jet black, sitting right next to my bag.
It hadn't been there when I laid down.
I was sure of that.
I picked it up.
It was warm, weirdly warm, not from the sun, like it was generating its own heat, like it had a pulse.
I didn't think.
I just hurled it into the trees.
It disappeared into the dark without sound.