You’ve driven for hours, the winding mountain roads leading you deep into the quiet of the Appalachian woods. The air is fresh, and the hum of the car is the only sound that breaks the silence. You’re here to escape—no phone service, no distractions, just a few nights of camping to unwind. It’s been a long few months, and you’re ready for some peace and solitude.

The road narrows as you drive deeper, trees pressing in on either side. You spot a weathered sign ahead, barely visible through the thick trees. It reads: “Children Welcome, Adults Beware.”

You briefly glance at it, then shake your head. It’s probably just a local prank or some old superstition. You continue on, dismissing the sign as nothing more than a quirk of the area.

After a few more turns, you find a small clearing and park the car. The sun is low, and the forest is growing darker, but there's still enough light to set up camp. You take a deep breath, the crisp air filling your lungs. For the first time in a while, you feel like you can finally relax.