The Chilling Hunch
“I feel it,” Monica said after a stretch of silence, her arms wrapped around her knees. “It’s like we stumbled onto a stage, and whatever watches doesn’t appreciate the intrusion.” Her eyes met Caleb’s, her fear mirroring his own.
The lightness of their adventure had evaporated, leaving a chilling hunch that they were part of a larger narrative—one that was perhaps not theirs to control. This thought lingered in the air, a ghostly presence that refused to be ignored.