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Chapter 1: What eerie feeling does the forest evoke?
The woods were always quiet, but that night, they felt weirdly quiet. I don't know how to explain it exactly, like the forest itself was waiting for something. My boots crunched over the dirt trail as Ryan and I moved deeper into the southern quadrant of Black Ridge. It was supposed to be a routine patrol. Nothing about this job ever felt routine anymore.
Ryan was new, fresh out of training, full of questions and energy, practically bouncing as he walked beside me. This place is amazing, he said, gesturing at the endless expanse of trees. I don't get why people say it's creepy. I didn't answer right away. How could I explain the feeling that had been gnawing at me for weeks? The forest didn't just feel creepy, it felt alive, watching.
And with all the disappearances lately, I didn't trust it. You'll see, I said finally. It wasn't much of an answer, but I wasn't about to dump my paranoia on him. The sun was starting to dip below the tree line, casting long shadows that stretched across the trail like claws. I checked my watch. 6.45 p.m. Sundown wasn't far off, and the rules were clear.
We were supposed to be back at the station before dark. No exceptions. I quickened my pace, but Ryan lingered behind, staring at something on the ground. "'What is it?' I called back. "'Not sure,' he replied, crouching. "'Looks like... blood?' I froze. Sure enough, there was a dark stain on the trail, fresh. My stomach turned as I stepped closer, scanning the area.
"'It could be an animal,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Ryan didn't respond. His attention had shifted to the woods on our right. His brow furrowed. "'Hey, do you see that?' he asked, pointing." At first I didn't see anything, just trees and shadows, but then, there, a figure, small, motionless. My breath caught.
It looked like a kid, maybe eight or nine, standing just at the edge of the trees. What the hell, I muttered. Kids weren't supposed to be out here. No one was, not this late.
i'll check it out ryan said already stepping off the trail wait i snapped grabbing his arm you don't just walk into the woods after some random it's a kid chris he cut me off shaking me loose what if they're lost something about the way the child stood there so still sent a chill down my spine but before i could stop him ryan was gone flashlight bouncing as he pushed through the underbrush
Ryan, I called after him. We don't have time for this. We need to head back. Now. No answer. Just the rustle of leaves and the distant snap of a branch. I stayed where I was, my hand hovering near my radio. Protocol said we weren't supposed to leave the trail. Whatever this was, it didn't feel right. Minutes passed. The forest seemed to grow darker, the trees closing in around me.
I glanced at my watch again. 7.05pm. My gut churned. Ryan should have been back by now. I grabbed my radio. Ryan, where are you? Do you copy? Static. I tried again, my voice more urgent. Ryan, answer me! We need to get out of here! For a moment, there was nothing but the crackle of static. Then faintly, his voice came through. "'Chris, I think I—' "'Found.' The transmission cut off abruptly.
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Chapter 2: What happens when Ryan discovers a mysterious figure?
My pulse quickened. "'Ryan, repeat that. What did you find?' No response. Just silence. Heavy, suffocating silence. "'Screw the rules.' I wasn't leaving him out there. I drew my flashlight and stepped off the trail following the direction Ryan had gone. The underbrush was thick branches snagging at my jacket as I pushed forward. Every step felt wrong like the forest didn't want me there.
Ryan, I shouted, my voice echoing. Answer me. Nothing. And then footsteps, light, quick, moving just ahead of me. Relief flooded my chest. Ryan, is that you? The footsteps stopped. I froze, the beam of my flashlight shaking as I scanned the trees. Ryan? My voice cracked. A faint whisper answered. My name. Chris. It didn't sound like Ryan.
It sounded off, like someone else was trying to mimic his voice. My heart pounded as I swung the flashlight around, the beam cutting through the darkness. Shadows shifted, trees loomed, but there was no one there. Ryan! I shouted again, desperation creeping in. If this is a joke, it's not funny. Something rustled to my left. I spun toward the sound, flashlight trembling in my grip.
My stomach dropped. There, caught in the beam, was Ryan's radio. It lay on the ground, cracked and smeared with blood. I backed away, my breaths coming fast and shallow. This wasn't right. Something had happened to him. Something bad. I then saw it.
movement a figure small and hunched darting between the trees it wasn't ryan it wasn't even human i turned and ran branches whipping at my face roots clawing at my boots the voices followed me faint and mocking chris come back by the time i broke through the tree line and stumbled onto the main trail my lungs burned and my legs felt like jelly
I didn't stop running until the ranger station came into view, its floodlights piercing the darkness. I burst inside, slamming the door behind me. The other rangers looked up, startled. Where's Ryan? Someone asked. I couldn't answer. All I could do was shake my head, my mind replaying those voices, that figure in the woods. Later that night, they asked me to file a report.
I told them everything, but they didn't seem surprised. They just nodded, like they'd heard it all before. The next day, Ryan's name was quietly removed from the roster. No explanation. No investigation. Just... nothing. And that's when I realized, whatever's out there in the forest, it doesn't leave survivors. The next morning, Lena arrived without much of an introduction.
She was sharp-eyed, older than me by a couple of years, and her posture screamed authority. It was clear from the start that Lena wasn't here to make friends. Not that I wanted to talk. After what happened to Ryan, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that kid in the red hoodie, or whatever it was, standing just beyond the tree line.
Chris, Lena said curtly as we prepped the jeep for patrol. Here's how this works. You follow my lead, no questions. We stick to the trails. We don't split up. And if you hear something, anything, you ignore it. Understood? Yeah, I muttered, pretending to focus on the map in my hands. She didn't seem satisfied. I'm serious. No wandering off. No heroics.
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Chapter 3: What secrets does Lena reveal about the woods?
the northern sector was a nightmare the trees were denser here the canopy so thick it blocked out the rising sun the jeep's headlights struggled to pierce the gloom casting long shadows that seemed to shift and writhe like they were alive lena drove with one hand on the wheel the other resting on her rifle Her eyes never stopped scanning the trees.
I gripped my own rifle tightly, my palms slick with sweat. "'Why the northern sector?' I asked, breaking the silence. "'There's been activity up here,' Lena said without looking at me. "'Campers heard voices, things moving in the night.' "'Voices?' I repeated, my stomach tightening. "'Like Ryan's?' She shot me a glance, her expression unreadable. "'Just stay focused.'
Halfway through the patrol, the jeep stalled. The engine sputtered once, then died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the forest. I could feel my pulse quicken as Lena cursed under her breath and popped the hood. Stay in the jeep, she ordered, stepping out. I didn't argue. I watched her through the windshield as she fiddled with the engine, her movements quick and efficient.
But something felt wrong. The forest was too quiet. No birds, no insects. Just silence. Then from the radio, a faint crackle. I grabbed it, my hands trembling. Lena, the radio— Before I could finish, a voice came through, soft, distant, but unmistakable. Chris, help me. My blood turned to ice. It was Ryan. Lena, I shouted, panic creeping into my voice. It's him. It's Ryan. Lena's head snapped up.
Turn it off, she barked, slamming the hood shut and climbing back into the jeep. Now. But... Turn it off! She shouted. I fumbled with the radio, my fingers clumsy with fear. The static hissed and popped, Ryan's voice breaking through again, more urgent this time. Chris, I'm here. Please.
i shut it off my heart pounding lena didn't say anything as she tried the engine again it roared to life but i barely felt the relief my mind was spinning torn between terror and guilt what if it really was him we drove in silence the tension between us thick enough to cut the forest seemed darker now the trees pressing closer their branches scraping against the jeep like nails on a chalkboard
i kept glancing at the thermal camera in my lap half hoping half dreading that i'd see something and then i did lena i said my voice barely a whisper stop the jeep she hit the brakes her eyes narrowing as she turned to me What is it? I held up the thermal camera, my hands shaking. On the screen was a figure, human-shaped but cold. It stood motionless about fifty yards ahead, just off the trail.
Lena grabbed the camera, her jaw tightening. Damn it, she muttered. she turned off the headlights plunging us into near total darkness grab your rifle stay close we moved quietly our boots crunching on the gravel as we approached the spot where i'd seen the figure the darkness was suffocating the only light coming from the weak beam of lena's flashlight
my grip on the rifle was so tight it hurt the figure was gone but the air felt heavy charged with something i couldn't explain every nerve in my body screamed at me to run but lena pressed forward her movements deliberate and we heard it a low guttural growl followed by the sound of branches snapping I swung the flashlight around, the beam trembling as it cut through the trees.
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Chapter 4: What does the thermal camera reveal at the campsite?
I tried to match his energy, but something about the air felt heavier than usual, like it was pressing down on me. Still, it was just another walk. I told myself to shake it off. We rounded the corner onto the main road where the forest started to creep closer to the edges of the houses. That's when I saw them, the coyotes.
three of them standing at the edge of the woods where the road curved toward the trailhead at first i thought they were just passing through coyotes aren't uncommon around here though you usually hear them before you see them these though they were silent still too still
roscoe noticed them too his ears pinned back and a low growl rumbled in his throat i tightened my grip on the leash easy buddy i whispered my voice barely breaking the silence the coyotes didn't move didn't flinch they just stared their eyes reflecting the pale glow of the street lamp Then, almost as if on cue, they started walking, not away, but toward the trail.
In every few steps they'd stop and look back at me. Not at Roscoe. At me. I laughed nervously. "'What? You guys giving me a tour now?' I muttered, trying to keep my tone light, but the words felt hollow. My feet hesitated, but Roscoe tugged forward, pulling me along." The coyotes disappeared into the shadows, but the feeling they left behind lingered. As we approached the woods, the smell hit me.
Rot. Thick and sour, like something had been left to fester for weeks. I gagged, covering my mouth with my free hand. Roscoe froze, his fur bristling. His growl turned into a snarl, and he started backing up, something he never did. All right, we're turning back, I said, but my voice shook. I yanked the leash, but Roscoe didn't budge.
His eyes were locked on something ahead, something I couldn't see yet. And then I saw it. It wasn't much, just a blur of movement in the trees. Pale, fast, and impossibly smooth. It was there, then gone, like a ripple in the darkness. My heart slammed against my ribs. I gripped Roscoe's leash tighter and swallowed hard, telling myself it was nothing. Just an animal, a deer maybe.
but my gut was screaming at me to leave. We were almost at the trailhead when the smell got stronger, thick enough to make my eyes water. Roscoe was shaking now, pulling against the leash to go back, but I caught sight of one of the coyotes again. It was crouched low on the opposite side of the road, separated from the woods by a thin stretch of gravel. Its head was tilted, eyes locked on me.
It wasn't moving, wasn't even breathing. something about the way it crouched made my skin crawl it didn't look like it should be able to stay in that position for so long my flashlight cut through the dark landing square on its face its eyes didn't even flicker i thought about taking a picture but i didn't want to take my eyes off it
Roscoe started pulling harder, practically dragging me backward. Okay, okay, we're going, I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. I stepped back, then again, never taking my eyes off the coyote. That's when it happened. In the space of a single breath, it was closer, at least twenty feet closer.
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Chapter 5: What terrifying creatures do Chris and Lena encounter?
Two figures standing at the far end of the alley, just beyond the reach of the flickering streetlight. They were tall, easily over six feet, and broad. Their shoulders hunched forward like they were leaning into the wind. But the longer I stared, the more wrong they looked. Their arms were too long, their movements too jerky.
like marionettes being yanked along by invisible strings my stomach dropped they weren't people their skin was pale almost translucent stretched taut over bulging muscles they were hairless their heads misshapen And their eyes. God, their eyes. Hollow, dark pits that seemed to drink in the faint light, making the shadows around them ripple unnaturally.
Pepper froze, her little body trembling as a low, guttural growl escaped her throat. I'd never heard her make a sound like that before. My feet felt glued to the ground, my mind screaming at me to move, but I couldn't. The figures shifted, their heads tilting in perfect unison as they turned to look directly at me.
the way they moved made my skin crawl their steps were slow deliberate and wrong like they were mimicking the way humans walked but didn't quite understand how the sound of their footsteps echoed unnaturally in the narrow alley wet and heavy like flesh slapping against concrete
pepper i whispered my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears let's go but she wouldn't budge her growling turned into frantic barking high-pitched and desperate as the figures continued their slow advance my legs finally obeyed and i yanked hard on the leash scooping her up as i stumbled backward My breath came in ragged gasps, my eyes locked on the figures as they moved closer.
One of them stopped under the streetlight, its pale skin glowing faintly in the flickering light. It raised a hand, long, spindly fingers twitching like it was trying to reach for something it couldn't quite grasp. The other figure paused, then turned its head toward the shadows on my left, as if it had heard something. I followed its gaze and immediately wished I hadn't.
A third figure stepped out from the darkness, larger than the other two, its movements smoother, more confident. Its hollow eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me. This one was different. It didn't shuffle or jerk like the others. It moved with purpose. I ran. I don't remember how I made it back to the house.
My legs burned and my chest felt like it was going to explode. But I didn't stop until I was inside. The door locked and bolted behind me. Pepper squirmed in my arms, still barking furiously as I collapsed onto the floor. Roscoe was on his feet, his growls deep and resonant, his eyes fixed on the windows.
i crawled over and shut the curtains my hands shaking so badly i could barely grip the fabric the house felt suffocating the air heavy with a smell i couldn't quite place damp earth and something metallic like blood I sat there on the floor, clutching pepper as Roscoe barked at the door. Outside I could hear faint wet footsteps on the pavement. Slow. Deliberate. Coming closer. Then they stopped.
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Chapter 6: How does Chris feel after the encounter with the creatures?
Chapter 7: What happens to Ryan and why is it significant?
It hadn't moved, I didn't see it move, but it was there, crouched in the same unnatural pose, its eyes still locked on me. My heart stopped. My flashlight shook in my hand as I fumbled to steady it, but the beam only made the coyote look more wrong, more unnatural. Let's go, Roscoe, I said, my voice cracking. I didn't wait for him to follow.
I turned and started walking fast, almost jogging, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. I glanced back once, just once, and saw the coyote still there, still watching, but now standing upright. silhouetted against the tree-line the walk home felt endless every rustle of leaves every crack of a twig made me jump roscoe stayed close to my side his tail tucked his growls low and constant
By the time we reached the door, I felt like I was being suffocated by the weight of something unseen. I slammed it shut, locked it, and double-checked every window in the house. That night, Roscoe didn't leave his spot by the front door. He sat there, stiff and alert, growling at shadows I couldn't see.
And even though I was safe inside, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever had been out there was still watching. I thought I was losing it. Sitting on the couch, I kept replaying the night in my head. The coyotes. The smell. That thing I'd seen darting through the trees. My logical brain tried to explain it away. Maybe the coyotes were sick.
and the thing in the woods was a deer moving too fast for me to process but none of it sat right especially the way that lone coyote had moved or hadn't moved roscoe was still planted by the front door growling every so often at nothing in particular i could tell he wasn't going to let up the tension in the house was thick pressing on me suffocating i needed to get out even just for a little bit so i grabbed pepper's leash and called her over
Pepper, my Jack Russell mix, came bounding up like her usual excitable self, wagging her tail and hopping on her back legs. Her energy was a relief. Unlike Roscoe, who had clearly sensed something I couldn't, Pepper seemed completely unaware of the weirdness in the air. I told myself her carefree demeanor was a good sign. We headed out into the night.
The neighborhood was quiet, and the streetlights buzzed faintly overhead. The stillness that had felt oppressive earlier now felt almost peaceful. I kept to the streets closer to the town center, deliberately avoiding the woods. Pepper trotted along happily, sniffing every mailbox and bush, oblivious to my unease. I even started to relax a little, chatting with my wife on the phone as we walked.
I think I just freaked myself out earlier, I said, forcing a laugh. Coyotes are weird sometimes, right? And that smell? Probably just roadkill or something. My wife humored me, though I could tell she wasn't buying my casual tone. She knew me too well. Just be careful, okay? She said. And don't stay out too long. Yeah, yeah, I replied, waving it off.
I didn't want to admit how much her words unsettled me. Pepper and I were only a few blocks from home, and nothing felt off. Not yet. We turned down the alley that ran behind my house, a shortcut I'd taken a hundred times before.
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Chapter 8: What chilling sounds haunt Chris after their ordeal?
Low and guttural, the sound rippled through the trees. My skin prickled and my knees locked. It wasn't a human laugh. It couldn't be. It was too deep, too wrong, like the growl of an animal that had learned how to mimic us.
i turned and ran branches clawed at my arms and legs as i crashed through the underbrush the flashlight beam bobbing wildly ahead of me the laugh followed rising and falling echoing from everywhere and nowhere my lungs burned but i didn't dare slow down Images filled my mind. Something crouching in the dark, grinning wide enough to split its face, watching me run.
When I finally burst out of the woods and into the clearing, I didn't stop. The cabin was in sight, the porch light glowing faintly through the dark.
i stumbled up the steps and slammed the door behind me my chest heaving my ears straining for any sound beyond the walls luna was on the porch waiting her fur bristling she stared at the woods growling low and steady her eyes fixed on something i couldn't see that night the forest was silent too silent And I knew, deep down, that silence wasn't the absence of sound.
It was the sound of something watching, something waiting. By the time I slammed the cabin door behind me, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. Luna followed me in, her tail tucked and her eyes still fixed on the woods outside. She growled low in her throat, a sound that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Whatever was out there, she'd seen it.
I hadn't, and maybe that was worse.
what the hell is going on my brother nate came stomping out of his room barefoot and holding a wrench he must have grabbed in a hurry he froze when he saw me out of breath and wild-eyed you look like you've seen a ghost i don't know what it was i said gasping for air i couldn't bring myself to explain right away not with my chest still tight and my ears ringing from the run something in the woods i-i heard someone
And Luna, she just ran off. Nate's expression hardened. He wasn't the type to scare easy, and I could tell he thought I was overreacting. Still, he pulled the curtain shut and turned the lock on the door. Calm down, he said. Start from the beginning. I tried to. I told him about the voice. The way it sounded too. Wrong. About the laughter that didn't belong to anything human.
nate listened leaning against the wall his arms crossed his face unreadable when i finished he shook his head you sure it wasn't a coyote they can make some freaky noises he said but his voice lacked conviction and i could see him glancing at the window just like i had I know what coyotes sound like, Nate, I snapped, still shaking. This wasn't an animal. This was something else.
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