The Silent Man at the Campsite

Last summer, I went camping with some friends in a secluded area that we had always

gone to. It was the kind of place where the trees grew so thick, you could hardly

see more than a few feet ahead of you. The weather was perfect,

and we were planning on staying there for a few days, disconnected from the outside world.

But, on the first night, things started to get strange. Around midnight,

after we had set up camp and made a fire, we noticed something odd.

There was a man standing at the edge of our campsite, just beyond the firelight.

He was facing the trees, not looking at us at all. At first,