The Dark Reflection by the Lake

Last weekend I went camping alone and I'm telling you this really went down.

Set up my tent by this lake, everything felt off from the start. Too quiet,

you know? Around midnight I heard footsteps circling my tent. Heavy,

deliberate steps. I froze. Then scratching on the fabric, like nails dragging

slowly. I grabbed my flashlight and unzipped the tent. Nothing there.

But here's where it gets weird. My campfire was roaring again, fully stacked with

fresh logs. I had put it out hours ago. Then I saw it. Someone sitting

across from the fire, back turned to me, wearing my exact jacket.