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The forest was quiet - too quiet. Only the soft rustle of leaves and the crunch of your footsteps broke the silent atmosphere. The October air bit at your skin, carrying with it the faint smell of rain and decay. You’d walked this trail countless times before, yet tonight… something felt different. The woods seemed to watch you, something seemed to watch you.

Then you saw it, A small crumpled note pinned to a tree, the paper fluttering weakly in the wind. Scrawled across it in jagged black ink were the words: “Don’t look… or it takes you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest.

Do you keep reading—or do you run?