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Chapter 1: What is the setting of the first story?
There's a stillness to the Idaho wilderness that feels like stepping into another world. No cars, no chatter, no deadlines, just trees, stretching endlessly in every direction, their towering forms bending slightly under the breeze. This is what I needed. An escape, a reset. I parked my car at the trailhead, threw on my pack, and tightened my boots.
The air was crisp, biting at my cheeks in a way that made me feel alive. I checked my map, folded it back into my pocket, and started down the trail. The crunch of my boots against the dirt echoed faintly through the trees, a comforting sound against the overwhelming quiet. The forest was different out here.
no sounds of distant hikers or dogs barking no signs marking every fork in the trail just raw untouched wilderness i reveled in the isolation feeling that rare freedom city life can never provide the first couple of miles were uneventful A squirrel darted across the trail, a hawk circled lazily above.
I stopped once to adjust my pack and sip some water, letting the sheer quiet of the forest seep into my bones. That's when I noticed something, off to my right, just beyond the tree line.
at first i thought it was a trick of the light the way the sun filtered through the branches can create strange illusions turning shadows into shapes that aren't really there but as i squinted i realized this wasn't a shadow it was a person a man standing perfectly still between the trees Something about him was wrong.
His proportions seemed stretched, his arms hanging a little too long at his sides. He was facing me, or at least I thought he was. The details were hard to make out in the dappled light, but it looked like his face was… blank. Just smooth skin, where eyes, a nose, and a mouth should have been. I froze. My mind scrambled for an explanation. Maybe he was wearing some kind of mask. A hunter, maybe.
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Chapter 2: What strange encounter happens in the forest?
But who hunts without moving? Without blinking? Hey, I called out, my voice sounding too loud in the silence. No response. No movement. Just that blank, faceless stare. My heart hammered as I took a step back, my fingers tightening around the straps of my pack. I blinked and he was gone. Not walked away, gone. Just gone. Like he'd never been there at all.
I stood there, staring at the empty space between the trees where he'd been. My rational brain kicked in, offering up excuses. You're tired. Your eyes are playing tricks on you. This is what happens when you spend too much time staring at shadows. Shaking it off, I kept moving. My steps felt heavier now, the forest around me a little darker, a little quieter.
i told myself it was fine just a weird moment nothing more still when it came time to set up camp i made sure to go a little off trail far from where i'd seen him just in case by the time i pitched my tent the sun was sinking low painting the sky in hues of orange and purple
i ate a quick dinner a freeze-dried something or other that tasted like cardboard but filled the void in my stomach exhaustion crept in as the first stars appeared overhead and i crawled into my tent zipping it up tight the forest at night is a different beast the silence is so complete it's almost loud
Chapter 3: What happens when the narrator sets up camp?
every rustle of leaves every distant crack of a branch feels amplified i lay there listening to the rhythm of my own breathing trying to convince myself that i was safe that i was alone at some point i drifted off I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. The air inside the tent was icy, brushing against my face like a breath from the outside.
That's when I realized. The door was open, not just unzipped a little, completely open. The flap hung loosely, swaying slightly in the breeze. I shot up, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst through my chest. My mind raced. Did I forget to close it? Did I hear something earlier and ignore it? I fumbled for my flashlight and shone it outside.
The beam of light cut through the dark, illuminating only the thick trees surrounding my camp. Nothing moved, no sign of anyone, or anything. I sat there for what felt like hours, flashlight clutched in one hand, knife in the other. Eventually I convinced myself it was a mistake. Maybe I'd been so tired I hadn't zipped it all the way. It had to be that, right?
i zipped the tent back up this time triple checking it and laid down again though sleep didn't come easily outside the forest creaked and groaned and every sound felt like a footstep i didn't know it then but the worst was still ahead much much worse I couldn't shake the feeling from the night before. That open tent door haunted me.
I'd spent the morning convincing myself it was nothing, a slip of my tired mind. But deep down, the unease lingered. As I packed up camp, the forest seemed heavier somehow, like the trees themselves were leaning in, listening.
i forced myself back onto the trail trying to focus on the rhythmic crunch of my boots against the dirt the sky was overcast now the sun only peeking through in small bursts casting fleeting shadows that danced unnervingly across the path
every so often i'd catch myself glancing back over my shoulder expecting i don't know what but the trail behind me was always empty that's when i noticed it a bundle of sticks bound tightly with rope lying dead center on the trail it wasn't large maybe the size of my forearm but it was intricately tied with the sticks twisted and bent into a shape that vaguely resembled a human figure
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Chapter 4: What eerie discovery is made during the hike?
I stared at it, heart thudding in my chest. Someone had to have made this, and recently too. It hadn't been there the day before. I nudged it with my boot, half expecting it to crumble, but it held firm, the bindings taut. Some kind of prank, I muttered, my voice sounding hollow in the stillness. But who would be out here in the middle of nowhere pulling stunts like this? And why?
I kicked the bundle into the underbrush and kept moving. The air felt colder now, and the once soothing silence of the forest was starting to feel oppressive. Every snap of a twig made me flinch. Every rustle of leaves had me scanning the trees, searching for movement. I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. By late afternoon, the unease had grown unbearable.
i decided to camp in an even more secluded spot that night far from the trail i found a small clearing surrounded by thick trees and set up my tent quickly my hands trembling slightly as i drove the stakes into the ground the sun was sinking fast and i didn't want to be caught fumbling in the dark as night fell i lit a small fire hoping its warmth would settle my nerves it didn't
Chapter 5: What chilling events unfold at night?
Every crackle of the flame seemed to echo too loudly, and the shadows they cast seemed to shift in ways that didn't make sense. I tried to focus on my meal, but my appetite had vanished. Movement, just at the edge of the firelight. A shadow slipping between the trees. My breath caught, and I froze. My eyes locked on the spot where I'd seen it. "'Hello?' I called out, my voice shaking. Nothing.
No response. Just the faint whisper of the wind through the branches. I grabbed my flashlight and swept it across the trees, the beam slicing through the darkness. It caught nothing but bark and leaves. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something, someone, was out there, watching.'
i doused the fire and retreated into my tent zipping it up tightly and double checking every seam the knife i'd packed for emergencies felt inadequate as i clutched it in my hand but it was better than nothing hours passed my heart refused to slow every noise outside amplified by the thin walls of the tent then i saw them two faint glowing points of light high in the branches of a tree directly ahead of me
eyes they didn't blink didn't move they just stared down at me unflinching i wanted to tell myself it was a reflection a trick of the light but there was no mistaking it those were eyes i gripped the knife tighter my palms slick with sweat and stayed perfectly still barely breathing minutes stretched into hours and the eyes never wavered
I felt trapped, like an animal caught in a snare, unable to run, unable to fight. When the first faint light of dawn began to creep into the tent, the eyes vanished as silently as they'd appeared. I didn't move until the sun was fully up, the golden light spilling over the clearing. When I finally unzipped the tent and stepped outside, I stopped cold.
An axe made of sticks and rope was lying just in front of the tent flap. It wasn't like the figure I'd seen before. This was deliberate, precise, like a warning. I stared at it, my mind racing. Someone or something had been here while I was inside, too paralyzed with fear to notice. This wasn't a prank. This wasn't my imagination. I didn't bother eating breakfast.
I packed up my gear as fast as I could, my hands trembling, and hit the trail again, my eyes darting to every shadow, every tree. I'd decided this trip was over. Whatever I'd come here to escape was nothing compared to what I might be running toward. The forest was suffocating me. Every step I took felt heavier, like the ground itself was trying to pull me down, keep me here.
My pack bounced against my back as I trudged toward the trailhead, every muscle in my body aching from the tension I'd carried all night. I couldn't stop thinking about the X outside my tent. Someone had been there, close enough to touch the fabric, close enough to take me if they wanted. I kept my knife in my hand as I walked, my knuckles white around the handle.
The trail was empty, as it had been since I started this trip. No hikers, no animals, just me and the endless forest. But I knew I wasn't alone. I could feel it, like an itch just beneath the skin.
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Chapter 6: What happens when the search for Eric begins?
It grew louder, joined by others, overlapping voices that came from everywhere and nowhere. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. They weren't just calling my name, they were laughing. I backed away, my heart hammering in my chest and tripped over a root. The flashlight flew out of my hand, clattering to the ground, its beam flickering wildly. I scrambled for it, my fingers brushing cold earth when I saw it.
A figure, tall and impossibly thin, stepped out from behind the tree. Its face, or what should have been its face, was nothing but a void, a black emptiness that seemed to swallow the light. Its limbs were too long, its movements jerky, like a marionette controlled by invisible strings. I froze, unable to breathe, unable to move.
The thing tilted its head, as if studying me, before taking a slow, deliberate step forward. My body finally obeyed. I grabbed the flashlight and bolted, tearing through the forest as the whispers turned into a deafening roar. The trees seemed to close in, their branches clawing at me, their roots grabbing at my feet.
When I finally stumbled into the clearing where our camp had been, the fire was out. the tent was gone and scratched into the dirt glowing faintly in the moonlight were the same spiraling symbols i'd seen on the tree i fell to my knees gasping for breath the whispers fading into silence but the feeling of being watched didn't leave it would never leave
I don't remember much about how I got back to town. The trees seemed to stretch on forever, their shadows clinging to me like they didn't want to let go. By the time I stumbled out of the woods, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stay upright.
I collapsed onto the dirt road, clutching Eric's shredded backpack, the straps still frayed and damp with... something I didn't want to think about.
when i reached town it was already morning the sunlight didn't feel warm though it felt harsh too bright like it was trying to erase the nightmare of the night before but it couldn't that cold heavy feeling followed me clinging to my skin like the forest itself had seeped into my veins The words tumbled out of me when I saw Eric's parents. He's gone, I croaked, barely able to meet their eyes.
Something, something took him. The search party was organized faster than I expected. Maybe it was the look on my face. Maybe it was the way I couldn't stop shaking, or how I gripped Eric's backpack like a lifeline. I told them about Dagger Ridge, about the symbols, about the whispers, but no one believed me. Not really.
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Chapter 7: What lasting effects does the forest have on the narrator?
It's just the woods, Sheriff Greer said, adjusting his hat like this was any other missing person case. Kids get lost all the time. We'll find him. But as the search teams disappeared into the forest, I saw the doubt in their eyes. They'd heard the stories too. Everyone had.
i stayed at the edge of the woods pacing biting my nails waiting for someone to come back with good news hours passed then days they found nothing not eric not even footprints just his backpack abandoned in the middle of the trail and near Silver Basin, the massive tree with its spiraling carvings. The search dogs refused to go near it.
One of them, a big German shepherd, yelped and bolted when its handler tugged too close. The handler turned back, pale, muttering something about the air feeling wrong. Eventually, the search was called off. We'll keep looking, the sheriff told Eric's parents. But the look in his eyes said otherwise. They all thought he was gone for good. Dead, probably. But I knew better.
The nightmares started a week later. At first, they were just flashes. Eric's pale face, his lips moving like he was trying to tell me something. But no sound came out. Then the dreams grew worse. I was back in the forest, running through the trees, the whispers all around me. The shadows were alive, reaching for me with long, spindly fingers.
Eric was always ahead of me, just out of reach, his figure flickering like an old TV about to lose its signal. wait i screamed but he never did when i woke up my body felt heavy my chest tight like the forest was still there pressing down on me the whispers followed me into my waking life faint at first just on the edge of hearing but over time they grew louder
Ryan, always my name, always the same tone, mocking, laughing like the forest itself was calling me back. I tried to ignore it. I buried myself in school, in chores, in anything that kept me out of my own head. But no matter where I went, the forest was there, lurking at the edge of my mind. Years passed. I never went back to Dagger Ridge. I didn't need to. The forest had come with me.
Following me like a shadow I couldn't drop. The whispers were worse at night. I'd wake up drenched in sweat, my heart racing, convinced I wasn't alone in my room. Once I swear I saw a figure standing in the corner, tall, thin, its limbs too long, its face nothing but darkness.
when i turned on the light it was gone by the time i was twenty-five i'd stopped sleeping entirely the nightmares blurred into reality and i couldn't tell where one ended and the other began that's when i knew i had to go back
i returned to the rockies in the dead of winter the forest was different now quieter colder more menacing the trailhead to dagger ridge was overgrown nearly hidden beneath snow and underbrush but i found it of course i did the symbols were still there carved into the bark of the trees their jagged lines glowing faintly even in daylight the air felt thicker with every step the whispers louder
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