Homecoming Shadows

My friend moved away years ago for work and we finally reunited for a camping trip in our old

spot. We used to do this all the time before life pulled us apart. The moment we arrived

something felt different. As we hammered in tent stakes shadows moved deliberately between the trees.

Not animals. Too tall. Too purposeful. We heard whispers we couldn't make

out and convinced ourselves it was the wind playing tricks. That night the sounds

intensified. Footsteps circled our tents in patterns that made no sense. Breathing so close

to the fabric I could feel warmth through it. My friend texted me from his tent

asking if I heard it too. I didn't respond because I was too terrified to move.