You had been camping with your friends, far off from society in high mountains. Mid trip you got seriously ill. You couldn’t go on, since there was no cellphone signal up in the mountains, your friends promised to go and find help. That was hours ago. You had build a small shelter from dry sticks, mud, moss and leaves. Resting on dry leaves and dirt. You knew you probably wouldn’t survive the night. While all that, you always felt like being watched, yet never saw anyone.