It was so silent, I knew something was wrong.
The forest that was alive with the chirps of
crickets and the rustle of leaves was muted, even the wind seemed to be holding its
breath. My flashlight shook in my hand as I swept it through the dense trees and their
skeletal fingeredshadows.
"Elena?" I croaked. She had been right behind me just moments ago.
The campfire we had built was now a faint glow in the distance, barely piercing the thick
darkness. We had ventured a little too far into the woods, chasing the allure of the stars.
But now, the canopy above was so dense it blocked the sky, and I couldn't see more than a
few feet ahead.
A twig snapped behind me. I spun around, my heart racing. "Elena, stop playing!" I shouted,
trying to mask the fear in my voice.
No answer.
The silence pressed against my ears like a heavy weight. Then, faintly, I heard it—a slow,
deliberate breath. It wasn't mine.
"Who's there?" I demanded, taking a step back. My flash beckoned flickering, casting brief
flashes of light onto the treetops. For a moment, I thought I caught a glimpse: the tall,
shadowy figure with unnaturally long limbs stoodmotionless.
The breath grew louder, raspy, and nearer. Too near. I turned to flee,but my feet got
snagged on the root of an ancient tree. I landed roughly on the ground.
When I looked up, the figure was standing over me, hollow eyes glinting faintly in the dark.
"Elena?" I whispered again, but this time I wasn't sure I wanted an answer.