In the dead of night, a group of teenagers huddled together in a clearing deep within the forest, the only light coming from the flickering flames of their lighters as they smoked cigars. The trees loomed ominously around them, casting eerie shadows that danced with the faint glow.

"Hey, we should grab some beer from the car," one girl suggested, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Good idea," a guy replied, flicking his lighter shut and starting to walk back toward where they had parked.

As they walked through the dark forest, an uneasy feeling settled over them. The dense canopy blocked out the moonlight, leaving them in near-total darkness. The path seemed to twist and turn in unfamiliar ways, and an unsettling quiet enveloped them. It felt like the trees themselves were watching, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The occasional caw of a crow added to the unsettling atmosphere.

"Do you guys feel that?" another girl whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Like we're being watched?"

"Nah, it's just your imagination," one of the guys scoffed, though his own eyes darted nervously around.

They continued walking, but the path seemed different, unfamiliar. The realization hit them all at once: they were lost. A chilling breeze rustled through the leaves, sending shivers down their spines.

"Isn't this the way we came?" the girl asked, glancing around nervously. "The gate is already open."

"That's weird," one guy muttered. "I swear we closed it."

As they pressed on, they noticed that the trailer, which had been there earlier, was gone without a trace. The ground bore faint marks where it once stood, now obscured by a growing sense of unease.

"How does a whole trailer just disappear?" the girl asked, her voice edging on hysteria.

"No idea," another guy replied, his eyes wide. "But it's definitely gone."

Fog began to roll in, thick and suffocating, wrapping around them like a shroud. The air was filled with the unsettling sounds of metal creaking and something rustling in the underbrush, the noise setting their nerves on edge.

"What's that?" one of the guys whispered, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of sounds.

"I swear I saw a bear," the girl said, her voice filled with fear.

"A bear? Seriously?" one of the guys teased, though the fear was evident in his eyes. "There aren't any bears around here."

The rustling intensified. One of the guys felt something in his peripheral vision. He turned his head slightly, still seeing his friend standing there, the glowing tip of his cigar the only light in the darkness. But then, there was a sudden noise—a branch snapping, a flurry of movement. He looked fully, but his friend was gone. The cigar remained, smoldering on the ground.

"What the hell?" he whispered, panic rising in his voice. "He was just here!"

The remaining three stood frozen, staring at the spot where their friend had been, the eerie glow of the cigar casting long shadows on the forest floor.

"That was way too fast to be a bear," the girl said, her voice shaking. "Or is it a tiger? A wolf? What is it?"

Panic set in as they realized they had no idea what they were dealing with. The rustling intensified, the forest around them seeming to come alive with whispers and unseen movements. Another flurry of noise, and another guy was snatched away, swallowed by the darkness in an instant.

The girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. She had a dreadful feeling that whatever was out there, she was about to find out—and she wouldn't like the answer.

The last remaining guy found some courage, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out to pull her close to him, but his hand grasped at empty air. Panic surged through him; she had been right there just a second ago. It was impossible for him to have missed her. He kept reaching, desperately searching, but she was gone—vanished into thin air.

Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig made him jump. His mind raced, conjuring terrifying images of unseen creatures stalking him. The darkness seemed to whisper around him, and he began to hear things—soft, indistinct murmurs that made his skin crawl. He was losing his grip on reality, his fear driving him to the brink of madness.

But then he heard footsteps, soft and wet, squelching against the forest floor. They were getting closer, each step sending waves of dread through him. He snapped back to reality, his senses heightened by the sheer terror of the sound.

A primal instinct took over, and he realized it was right there, right in front of him. Summoning every ounce of courage, he threw a punch into the darkness. His fist moved forward, but it met with nothing. Every cell in his body screamed that it was there, lurking just beyond his reach, but his fist never made contact.

Suddenly, he felt weightless, as if he were floating through the sky. It was almost heavenly, a sensation of all burdens lifted from his body. But then he began to fall. As he plummeted, he saw a silhouette. For a fleeting moment, he hoped it might be one of the guys and that they were just drunk, playing some cruel prank.

But as he fell closer, the horrifying truth revealed itself. It was his own body, moving around without a head. The sight struck terror into his heart, a realization that whatever was out there had claimed him, too.

In his last moments, he lay there, helpless and broken, the crows circling above him, their harsh caws sounding like cruel laughter. They seemed to mock his futile struggle, their beady eyes watching him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. He tried to move, to escape, but his body refused to respond. The darkness closed in around him, the crows' taunting cries the last thing he heard as everything faded away.