The forest was thick and dense. Swirls of green and brown flew past six-year-old Cort's window as she and her father continued deeper into the National park, towards the campground. The first glimpses of something strange teasing the corners of her eyes. Welcome, the forest beckons. Join me. The car slowed down as they reached a clearing. One other tent was pitched close to the facilities.
"Ready Cort?" Her father asked, pulling into a nice spot underneath a large tree with thick wide branches.
"Let's go!" She replied happily from the back seat.
The Brown's got out of the car and quickly set up their small grey tent and camping chairs. The sun waved goodbye and was slowly replaced by the starry void that was night. Cort and her father made a circle of stones for a fire which they hung the kettle over for their instant noodles. They didn't speak much, though the trees spoke volumes. Birds hummed as they settled down and the snapping of twigs from wild animals was noise enough for the both of them.
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It was only when a loud clunking noise vibrated through Cort's head that she woke from her peaceful slumber, later that night. She ignored it for a while but it began to get louder by the second. Her dad awoke the next minute and they both lay listening to the noise, like hail on metal. Suddenly there was a violent shattering noise and Cort's father got up to check it out. As he unzipped the tent the noise stopped. He stepped outside and looked around as Cort peeped out from the tent. Brilliant yellow eyes gazed at them from the forest. They glowed so vibrantly that they illuminated the owner's hairy face. The thing in the trees threw something large towards their car before dashing away into the woods.
When the Brown's got up the next morning they found their car was dented in several places and the passenger seat window was smashed, the ground surrounding the car was littered with dozens of smooth round rocks.
Hi, I'm Harper. Welcome to Seeker, Scholar, Psychic and a Ghost. I'm gonna be honest with you, I have no idea what I'm doing. Well with that said, I hope you are all alive or haunting your enemies.
Stay fresh cheese bags ✌️
Harper
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