guilty for what she had done. Imagine if they had woken up! I wouldn’t have been able to look them in the eyes ever again, she thought.
A smile spread across her face as she tried to push the guilt aside. Whatever. They didn’t catch me. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep, and her dreams were filled with vivid images of the surrounding woods. In the last dream she had, she was standing by the stream near their tent. She was looking over at the dense trees on the other side of it, but her vision was obscured by a thick white mist that shrouded the area.
Through the fog, she could just make out a glowing green light… two lights, in fact, right next to each other. She somehow became acutely aware that the glowing lights were eyes, and she peered further into the mist, trying to figure out what it was staring back at her. The moon came out from behind a cloud, throwing a soft light onto the mist, and a shadowy creature emerged from it, only to lunge across the water towards her.
Before she saw what it was, she woke up, bathed in perspiration. Sunlight was peeking through the tent opening, and at the sight of that, she sat bolt upright. The zipper was undone, and Caitlin and Craig were still snoring next to her.
Her heart thudding in her chest, she climbed out of her sleeping bag and got out of the tent to see if there was any evidence of anyone else having been in the area during the night. Craig stirred in the tent and emerged a moment later to find out what was going on.
“What’s the time? And what are you doing?” he asked.
“It’s just after eight. The zipper was undone. You didn’t leave the tent in the middle of the night to do anything, did you?”
“Yeah, I needed to take a leak. But I definitely zipped it back up afterwards. Maybe it was Caitlin,” he replied.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
The unzipped tent was soon forgotten, and the group had a quick breakfast of muesli and bananas before hiking back to the car and heading back into the town center. The plan was to get Caitlin on camera interviewing some more locals, and to find out more about the shadowy, green-eyed creatures that were said to have stalked people through the forest before.
After speaking with the owner of the local hardware store, Craig and Erin felt fairly certain that the supposed creatures were either imaginary, or perhaps just wolves as the sheriff had said.
“The only thing is… there isn’t meant to be any wildlife in the forest. So why would wolves be hanging around there?” Craig asked, furrowing his brows.
“I’m not sure. It doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Erin admitted. “I’m guessing if they are in there, it’s only for some of the year. Perhaps the packs move to other places depending on the season. I’ll have to look into it.”
“Mmm, yeah. Well, if there are any, we should try to catch one on camera. Set some sort of bait or whatever and see what happens.”
After a long day of interviews, the group bought some meat and materials to set up a lure for any wolves that might be lurking around, and then headed back into the forest. While the Sheriff and his Deputy had marked out several other spots to camp out at, they elected to set their tent up in the same place they had spent the previous night. They had a whole week in the town, so they figured they could spend two nights at each campsite, and by the end of the day, they were all exhausted.
“Any idea what time wolves generally roam around? If there are any wolves, that is,” said Caitlin as she warmed her hands by the campfire.
“They hunt during the day and during the night, so we should go and check the lure soon. Something might have already found it,” Craig replied.
Earlier on, he had set up a camera in a nearby tree to capture any creatures that found the meat in the lure, and after grabbing a flashlight, the three trekked out to where the first lure was.
“Hey! The meat’s gone!” Erin said, peering into the darkness around
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