The trees swallowed the last of the daylight an hour ago. Hypemyke swore this was nothing - just a dumb internet legend. He had his phone out, laughing, already writing the caption for the video that would prove everyone wrong. Then the screech hit. Metal on metal, somewhere above the canopy. You spun toward the sound and when you turned back, he was gone. No footsteps. No rustle. Just the low hiss of static bleeding from somewhere deep in the dark. Your flashlight catches something massive shifting between the pines ahead. You don't move. You don't breathe. Somewhere behind you, a branch snaps - and you pray it's him.