Heard crying in the woods. Followed it. No one there.

[ThornRidge]

I know, I know: “don’t follow crying in the woods.” Yeah.

But it sounded like a kid. Alone.

I followed the sound for maybe five minutes. Every time I got closer, it moved deeper in.

Then it stopped. Dead silent.

I turned around and realized I’d walked in a perfect circle back to my starting spot.

Something was leading me, not away — around.

Still hearing little echoes of it tonight.