Short horror stories: Urban Legend edition

Dark watchers

I drank the cup of steaming coffee as I stepped outside of my camper and watched the mountains searching for them still, yet no sign of them since the day of my son's disappearance. They might've known I wanted revenge so they've been acting like they're gone, completely disappeared just like my son. But I know better, I know they still have him and I won't stop searching for him. I glanced back to my camper, the photograph of my twelve year old son taped to the door. If only I'd known back then what I know now, I would've never have taken the trip.

Rhett waved his arm out the window as he took in the tall mountains that sat in the distance, as if he were wanting to reach for them.
"What're you thinking about? You're so quiet over there." I say with a grin.
He turns around in his seat pouting, "I wanna explore those mountains, they look so cool." I sighed to myself. I always tried to do things to make him happy, especially after his father had left. If he wanted to go to a concert, we went. If he wanted to move, we would move. Though, sometimes it was difficult to do so, like now.
"Honey, we have to settle into our new home before it gets too dark." I reminded him.
"I know, but still, it's just right here. I can smell them." He pleaded softly as his eyes squint at them.
"Alright maybe, but just for five minutes, and then we have to get back on the road again." I finally gave in and take a turn that headed towards the mountains.

Once we found a spot to park the car, Rhett jumped out from the passenger seat and began wandering around ahead of me.
"Hold on, Rhett!" I hollered to him as I got out my bag, trying to catch up with him. Once I'd finally closed the door, I looked over to where he was standing but he'd suddenly vanished.
"Rhett Ingle, wait!" I yelled again, this time my voice echoing throughout the open spaced mountains as I start looking around for him. Once it had been a good couple of minutes of me trying to catch up to where he was, the panic in me started to settle in and that's when I feared for the worst. While I continued throughout the mountains, I kept glancing back and tried to reassure myself that nobody else was here and that he couldn't have gotten kidnapped. No cars parked on the side of the road, and I'd eventually noticed that there weren't even any hikers here either. Your son did not get kidnapped, he didn't. It's simply not possible. I repeated those statements in my head for the next hour as I desperately searched for him up and down the mountains, even through the cool breeze of the night.

"You have to find my son!" I insisted to the officer once they finally arrived to my location in the mountains.
"We're going to start searching for him right now, we just have to wait until our other guys get here with the search dogs too. It's too dangerous to go into the wilderness without precautions." He explained to me, his voice softening.
"B-but he's got asthma and-and he's small, he can't be out in the wilderness for too long!" I cried through my sniffling.
"We understand Lolita, we're going to find him." The other officer assured me.
"R-remember, he's got short blond hair and green eyes. He's wearing overalls, re-remember that please." I stuttered the description to them for the third time.
"Alright, you can go for now and we'll call you if we get anything." He says.

I organized the entire house and put nearly every piece of furniture in its place, but the distraction was simply nowhere near enough for me to forget about the heavy worry inside of me. They're going to find you, Rhett. They've got to. Not being able to deal with the situation on my own, I called up my mother, and thankfully she had answered due to the fact she'd always been a night owl.
"He's missing?" She repeated my previous statement.
"Y-yes, but the cops—they're looking for him right now." I explained while I paced around my back porch.
"And you said you guys went to the Santa Lucia mountains?"
"Yes, why? Is that place dangerous?" I immediately questioned her.
"Lolita honey, those are the dark watchers parts." She replies with a heavy sigh.
"What do you mean, dark watchers?"
"I went down there a long time ago and the dark watchers reside there, they watch people. They observe our every move, if you try to go up to one, they'll disappear; or they'll make you disappear too." She explains.
I breathed heavy, "What, is this some kind of urban legend? Because now is not the time."
"No, many of us locals believe in the dark watchers. They look like us humans, but they aren't. They're far from it." She replied. When I looked over to the mountains in the distance, I seen a silhouette of a person standing on it and it looked as though they were looking right at me.
"I'm gonna call you back." I said before slowly putting my phone down.
"What? Why?" My mother's voice said over the phone before I begin sprinting right for the person. I knew I was running fast enough when my chest started hurting, but when I made it to the bottom of the mountain, the person had completely disappeared and there was no footprints left behind.

I'm thirty-three now and I still live in the house that was meant for the both of us, today is Rhett's 16th birthday. I've camped out in the mountains all day, waiting and watching as the dark watchers have watched me from the hills in the mountains. Little did they know, I came prepared to take my son back.