The woods are unnaturally quiet. Not a bird. Not a breeze. Your flashlight flickers—then dies. A voice crackles through your walkie-talkie, but it’s distorted. You’re not sure it’s even human anymore. Somewhere behind you, a stick snaps. Your breath catches. The trees look the same in every direction. No trail. No end. Welcome to the Black Hills Forest. You’re not alone. But that doesn’t mean you’re safe.