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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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As the summer months go on, the woods become angrier.
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The frogs are loud tonight they say. The screams do not sound like any species of frog you’ve heard.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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As the days pass and the weather warms, the buzz of the insects grows ever louder.
They swarm and consume, their buzzing ever growing.
It is getting difficult to separate your own thoughts from the all consuming hum.
Allow the swarm to consume you. Give yourself to it’s everlasting drone.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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The rain and the newt are long time friends, treat both with respect or face the consequences.
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Take care near the cliffs, the edge seems ever closer.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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A campers bunk is covered in stuff. All of it is marked with names. None of those names are theirs. None of those names are of anyone in this cabin. None of those names are in any known language.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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Look out into the endless horizon where sea and sky merge.
Step forward to fall endlessly into its vast expanse.
Allow the sky to consume you.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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As summer progresses and camp goes on strange things can be heard. Something is in the woods, in the cabins, in the camp sites. Something knocks on the doors and shuffles across the gravel.
Hand prints of bugs and vanishing children are reported. Then the ringing of old telephones and moving dolls.
The giggles of the past and disembodied snores echo through the hallways of the cabins.
Nothing to blame but the dogs who wander the campgrounds.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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Tread with caution when traversing the bog.
The ground is unstable and you do not know what lurks below.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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Its survival campout, your watch reads 11 pm. There is laughter and lights in the woods. You tell the campers to put out their fires and settle down.
You wake up, its 12 am, there is laughter and lights in woods. You go to tell the campers to put out their fires and settle down. The campers are all asleep and have been for hours.
Your watch reads 4 am, there is laughter and lights in the woods.
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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What are our skeletons but borrowed bones?
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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CAUTION: Ļ̸̼̗̜̓͌ ̷̢͚̲̣̘̫̣͓͙̀̈̍̒̾͋͘ͅO̸̝̹̜͓͎̹̙͇͖͗͌̈́̊̕͘ ̵͖͚͍̩͉̥̞͈̯͕̗͆́̇̽͒͆͑͐̊͐̇͊Ų̴̢̡͖͔͇͇͕̳͓̞̤̠̎̈́̓̒̾̈́̏̓͋́̈́ ̷͈̹̫̰̟̲͓̮̓̔̓̈́̑̐̐͒̉͝͝D̴͈̖̳̟̠͙̖̝̙̊́̈́̃̐̃͗͋͊̓̄̎ͅ
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forgottenhiker · 4 years
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There’s a light shining into to the staff bunk. It’s just a campers flashlight you think. There are no lights on outside your bunk. There are no campers outside your bunk. A light is shining into the staff bunk.
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Gaze upon the stone lined with skulls.
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