posted on Aug, 19 2020 @ 06:15 PM
As the campers finally pushed through the brush and into the clearing, the wind began to violently blow. The trees thrashed about, swaying side to
side, leaves frantically scattering.
Night was fast falling.
From the distance came a sound. The campers thought it was the wind screeching through the trees, dancing through the leaves.
Then, they noticed its distinctly human quality.
Increasing in volume, it became identifiable as a scream: closer, faster, closer.
As the scream increased to an almost deafening sound and the sun sank below the horizon, the darkness enveloped them and the inhuman shriek
edit on 19-8-2020 by Liquesence because: (no reason given)