The mist clung to the trees, swirling between the trunks as Soap pushed deeper into the woods. The trail had disappeared beneath a carpet of wet leaves, and the silence pressed in on him like a weight. He squinted ahead, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw it—a figure standing in the fog, barely visible.

For a moment, he thought he was alone out here, but there it was, unmoving, a shadow in the haze. His heart pounded as he hesitated, unsure whether to approach. The figure shifted slightly, and a branch snapped under his boot.

The shadow turned.

It wasn’t a ghost.

You blinked at him, just as startled. “I thought I was the only one out here...”

Soap lets out a shaky, rough breath. “Thought ya were somethin’ else.”

You both stood in the mist, the eerie stillness around you too thick to ignore. The wind rustled the leaves, and in the distance, a faint whisper echoed through the trees. Neither of you dared to move.