It watches you between the trees.
Headphones recommended. Contains sudden scares.
They say the woods change when the moon is high. I didn't believe the locals until tonight. The cold here doesn't just chill your bones; it seeps into your mind.
I built this fire hoping it would keep *it* away. But I hear the branches snapping. It's not a bear. Bears don't walk on two legs, and they certainly don't whisper your name from the shadows.
I've seen the flyers nailed to the trees. "Buy X TG". Every one of them looks different — different paper, different hand. Who is putting them up? Are they sacrifices? Tributes? The Stalker seems to leave those trees alone.
"Do not let the fire die. Do not follow the whispers."
Every ten seconds or so I feel it. I turn around and there it is — pale, thin, leaning out from behind a trunk, staring. It never comes closer. It only watches. Waiting for the fire to die.
- E. Vance, Oct 14th
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