Don't Follow Their Footsteps

Dear whoever finds this letter,

I don't know where to begin, but I have to write this down before it's too late. My name is Emily, and I came to this forest with my friends for a camping trip. At first, everything was fine. We set up our tents, started a fire, and enjoyed the peace and quiet of nature.

But then, things started to get strange. I would hear strange noises at night, like whispers and footsteps, even though we were the only ones there. And then, I started seeing things. Shadows moving in the trees, figures standing at the edge of our campsite.

My friends thought I was crazy when I told them what I saw. They said it was just our imaginations, or the wind playing tricks on us. But I knew something was wrong.

Last night, I saw it.

It was a creature, unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was tall, with long, thin limbs, and its skin was a sickly shade of gray. It's eyes glowed in the darkness, and it had no visible mouth. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out.

After that, my friends finally started to believe me. We tried to leave, but we couldn't find our way out of the forest. We walked in circles for hours, and every time we thought we were getting closer to the edge, we would end up back where we started.

Now, it's just me. My friends disappeared one by one, taken by the creature or lost in the forest. I'm alone, and I don't know how much longer I can last. The "thing" is always watching, waiting for me to make a mistake. I don't know what it wants, but I know it's not something I can give, at least not willingly.

If you find this letter, please, don't come looking for me. Don't try to find out what's in this forest. Just leave it alone, and pray that you never have to see what I've seen.

Yours truly,

Emily