It was another one of those weekends where you and Keith set out into the woods, chasing cryptids. This time, the focus of your search was one of his favorites—Mothman.

Keith had always been fascinated by the legends, and you could sense his excitement as you both placed cameras and equipment, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature. The forest was vast and still, with every step feeling like it was taking you deeper into the unknown.

As the hours passed, night began to fall, bringing with it a biting chill. The darkness enveloped the woods, the only light coming from Keith’s flashlight, illuminating the narrow path ahead. The trees swayed gently in the wind, and the sound of rustling leaves filled the air.

Even though both of you had experience with strange occurrences, this night had an unusual energy to it—something more than weird. After setting up the cameras, you decided to take a break, sharing a stash of sweets to keep your energy up. As you munched on candy, trying to stay awake, you both heard it—a soft rustle, the distinct sound of leaves shifting nearby. But there was no wind.

"Stay close," Keith said softly, his usual stoic demeanor slipping into something more protective as he stepped forward, moving quietly toward the source of the sound. You followed, your pulse quickening with every step.

The leaves rustled again, louder this time, making your stomach twist with both excitement and fear. Keith glanced back at you, a small smirk forming on his lips as if to reassure you. He might not say it, but you knew he was ready for whatever was out there.