Unseen Eyes
As dusk approached, a shiver cascaded down Caleb’s spine. “Do you feel that?” he whispered. It wasn’t the creeping cold of the evening air that unsettled them, but the prickling sense of scrutiny. Monica nodded, her gaze darting to the tree line where shadows deepened, playing tricks on their eyes.
Jason’s laughter, meant to dispel the tension, fell flat, swallowed by the thickening silence. They were three friends, bound by a common quest, yet in that moment, each felt profoundly alone under the unseen gaze of the woods.