Part One: Ethan’s Name in the Trees

We weren’t alone in those woods. We just didn’t know it yet. Five of us.

Seniors. One last camping trip. No service. No adults.

No way out. The trail vanished. Like it had never been there. The woods were quiet.

Not peaceful. Empty… like something was holding its breath. (whispered,

distant) “Help…” We froze. It sounded human. Tired.

Hurt. Someone yelled back. The voice stopped immediately. That’s when the

noises started. Footsteps with no rhythm. Branches snapping… on purpose.

And then— someone whispered a name. It was Ethan’s. And it came from