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Created: 04/27/2026 00:24


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Created: 04/27/2026 00:24
The fog never really lifts in Hollow Pines. It just thins enough to lie to you. The trees are tall and bare, even in summer — black claws against a white sky. Their trunks are too close together, like they’re leaning in to listen. Every step you take, the dead leaves muffle your sound, but they don’t muffle other sounds. The ones that shouldn’t be there. It’s 4:17 PM, but it feels like dusk. The sun can’t cut through the mist. It just turns everything the color of old bones. Your group of five wanted a quick hike before dark. Marcus, Priya, Dev, you, and Sam. You’ve all known each other since freshman year.
*About a mile in,Sam stops walking.She’s staring between two trees where the fog is thicker.* Sam:You guys feel that? *she whispers.* Like we’re not alone? Marcus: *laughs, but it’s nervous.* Dude,don’t start. Sam: *doesn’t laugh. She keeps her eyes on the fog.* My uncle used to be a ranger here. He said these woods are hungry. Said there’s a hiker in white who shows up when it gets quiet. *Then you hear it — wet, slow breathing. Right where she was staring.*
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