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I never thought a simple hike would mess with my head this much.

I was wandering through these quiet woods I'd heard about but never really

explored before.

The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows through the trees, making

everything look a little eerie.

The kind of place that feels empty but not quite silent.

Then I saw it, half buried in the dirt right off the trail.

An old camera.

It looked ancient, like it had been sitting there for years, maybe decades.

The leather case was cracked, the metal rusty, but the film inside still looked

intact.

Something about it pulled me in. I couldn't just leave it.

When I got home, I carefully developed the film.

The first few photos were normal enough.

Trees, a rundown cabin, people smiling at the camera like it was just a regular

day. But then I hit the last photo, and my heart just dropped.

There I was.

Me.

standing in the middle of those woods, looking straight at the camera, like

someone took the picture of me without me ever knowing.

The photo was old, grainy, and it was dated long before I was even born.

I kept staring at it, thinking maybe it was some crazy trick of the light or a

double exposure.

But it was definitely me. Same face, same expression.

How is that possible?

I don't remember ever being there before.

I don't remember anyone taking that photo.

And yet, There it was, in this forgotten camera that I found in the woods.

That night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. The image kept replaying in my

mind, like a warning or a message.

I felt like the woods weren't just hiding secrets.

They were hiding me.

I don't know what this means yet, but something tells me I'm connected to

woods in a way I don't understand, and I have to find out why.

That night, I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, that photo flashed behind my eyelids.

Me, standing there in the woods, staring back at myself from decades ago.

It was like my mind was trying to tell me something I couldn't understand yet.

The house felt colder than usual. I kept hearing faint noises, branches scraping

against the windows, soft footsteps outside, even though I was alone.

I tried to convince myself it was just the wind, but my gut said otherwise.

The next day, I went back to those woods.

I needed answers.

The spot where I found the camera felt different, like it was waiting for me.

I walked the trail slowly, eyes scanning every tree, every shadow.

The sun was barely out, but I felt a weight in the air, heavy watching.

I reached the place where I found the camera, but it was gone.

No sign of it anywhere.

Then I noticed something carved into the bark of a tree nearby.

A symbol I'd never seen before.

It looked ancient.

Like some kind of warning.

My heart pounded as I traced the lines with my fingers.

And then I heard it.

A whisper.

Soft. Almost too quiet to catch.

My name.

I froze.

No one was around.

But the whisper came again.

Closer this time.

A breath against my ear.

Telling me to run.

To leave.

But I didn't move.

I wanted to know what it meant.

That's when I saw movement, just a flicker at the edge of my vision.

Something was watching me from the shadows, just beyond the trees.

I turned to run, but the forest felt endless, like the trees were closing in

around me.

It was like I was trapped between the present and something else, something

the past.

And I realized then, maybe I've been here before.

Maybe that photo wasn't just a trick.

Maybe it was a warning.