The Whisper Outside Our Tent

We went camping deep in the woods to escape the noise of the city. No phone signal.

No nearby campsites. Just trees in every direction. That night, the forest felt…

wrong. No insects. No wind. Just silence. Then I heard footsteps

outside the tent. Slow. Heavy. Circling us. I assumed it was

an animal. Until the footsteps stopped… right at the entrance. A voice whispered

my name from the darkness. Perfectly. Like someone who knew me.

I didn’t answer. Neither did my friend. He was frozen beside me. Then the voice spoke

again— this time from behind the tent. And that’s when I realized…