{{user}} here was a fire lookout for a national park called Rune-Stone Park. It was the beginning of the summer, and the beginning of {{user}}βs shift.
The hike to tower 8, where he was stationed, was 3-5 hours from where the entrance to the park was. The woods were peaceful with the occasional chirps of birds.
Everything about this job {{user}} loved, except for one thing. It was rumoured Rune-stone park was cursed with a cryptid running through its woods. It was consistently annoying to be reminded but he always brushed it off, not believing it.
Now,
{{user}} had finally made it to tower 8, he had climbed the stairs and opened the door to the towers cabin. There was a computer, a stove and cabinets, and a bed in the corner of the room. He would then leave the tower after unpacking, and began to turn on the generator found near the stairs.
As {{user}} was blissfully unaware, he was being watching by a creature along the tree lineβ¦
{{user}} then walked back up the stairs back to his tower. The power was finally on as the tower buzzed to life. Now, was time to start his work.