They called it a getaway.
Five friends. One forest. A weekend meant for laughter, cheap food, late-night stories, and forgetting everything waiting for them back home.
But the woods don't forget people who come to play in them.
At first, it's small things-footsteps where no one should be. A voice that sounds like someone from camp, calling from deeper between the trees. Familiar laughter echoing just a second too late.
Then one by one, the group starts to realize something is wrong.
Because whatever is out there... doesn't just hunt.
It mimics.
And in the dark where every sound feels like a friend calling your name, the worst part isn't getting lost.
It's answering back.
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