The gas station guy told us not to camp on that hill. He said that weird things happen up there. That people go but they don't come back. But who ever listens to an old guy with less teeth than fingers, right? This is not a mediocre horror movie, this is real life, we thought. So we laughed it off and drove up the hill. It was a great night, quiet, clear and warm, and we sat by the fire telling stories until we drifted off to sleep.
It was still dark when we woke up. In fact, it's still dark. Our watches don't work anymore, but we must have been trying to find our way out for at least three days now. We tried all directions, but we always find ourselves back where we were camping. Even our canned food has gone bad, as if we'd been here for months, and the water turned a weird shade of brown.
That's not all, though. Rachel hasn't noticed the shadows, but I have. They've been following us since we woke up, and they're getting closer. Every time I glance at them they're staring at us, their arms wide open. And now I can hear them whisper our names.
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