Marble Hornets Your POV

P4. Strange things....

We drive out of the garage, and something strange happens.

"This isn't the place where we entered this garage," I say, confused. "I don't even know where we are; I've never seen this before," Brian replies.

We step out of the car and look around. To our surprise, we find ourselves in the dark, in the middle of the woods. Trees surround us, and there's no sign of the garage entrance behind us. Brian looks at me, equally confused. "Where the hell are we?"

We both walk to the trunk and grab our flashlights. We also take the GoPro cameras and strap them to our torsos, then grab our handheld cameras that we had loaded in the trunk. "Good, we have the cameras. They might give us answers. We're prepared for anything!" I say. Brian agrees.

We take the most important things out of the car and start walking through the woods, leaving the car behind. I reach for my phone, but the battery is dead. "I swear I had it charged before we left."

"It's fine. We'll just look around here for a bit. The most important thing is that we stay together at all times," Brian says. I agree.

As we walk through the woods, we hear noises here and there but can't see anything because of the dark. I think they are just animals. After a while, I start getting a weird vibe from Brian, like something is off with him. He doesn't seem like himself; he appears lost in thought. "Brian, are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he responds with a cold tone.

I decide to walk behind him instead of next to him, just in case anything happens.

The darkness of the woods envelops us as we continue walking, the soft glow of our flashlights casting long, wavering shadows. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant animal calls fill the eerie silence, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Brian's detached demeanor is increasingly worrying. I keep glancing at him, trying to gauge whether something's truly wrong or if I'm just imagining it. His usual energy is absent, and his movements seem more smooth, guard like.

"Brian, are you sure you're okay?" I ask again, my voice filled with concern. He turns his head slightly, but his eyes don't quite meet mine.

"I'm fine," he repeats, though his voice lacks conviction.

I decide to fall back a few steps, maintaining a cautious distance. As we walk, the unsettling feeling grows stronger. The woods seem to stretch on endlessly, with no discernible path or landmark in sight.

"Maybe we should stop and take a break," I suggest, trying to sound casual. "We might be able to get our bearings if we take a moment."

Brian nods silently, leading us to a small clearing where we set down our gear. The GoPro cameras record the surroundings, capturing the eerie stillness of the woods. I take a moment to review the footage, hoping to spot anything unusual. As the footage plays back, I notice something odd. The shadows cast by the trees and our flashlights seem to move in ways that don't quite match up with our actual movements. My heart races as I rewind the footage and study it more closely.

"Brian, come look at this," I say, holding up the camera.

He approaches, his expression unreadable. As he watches the footage, a flicker of recognition crosses his face, but it's quickly replaced by a blank stare.

"I don't see anything," he says finally, turning away.

A cold chill runs down my spine. The woods around us seem to press in closer, and the shadows dance more aggressively. My phone is dead, and Brian's demeanor is growing increasingly strange. I start to wonder if we're being watched or if something is influencing Brian's behavior.