Eyes in the Darkness
As they sat huddled around the dying embers of the campfire, a sensation crept over them, as though they were characters in a tale watched by an unseen audience. Monica’s gaze darted to the treeline, catching a glimpse of something—perhaps eyes, perhaps only the reflection of starlight—that vanished when she looked directly.
“We’re not alone,” she murmured, her voice barely rising above the crackle of the fire. Jason nodded, his normally joking demeanor replaced by a stony seriousness.