As night fell, the friends returned to their cabin, their
minds reeling from the journal's ominous words. The whispers grew louder,
filling the air with an oppressive sense of dread. Sarah's heart pounded in her
chest as she felt an invisible presence watching them, waiting for the right
moment to strike.
Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the temperature
plummeted. The friends huddled together, their breaths visible in the freezing
air. A ghostly figure materialized before them, its hollow eyes fixated on
Sarah. The apparition whispered in a voice that seemed to come from the depths
of the forest itself, "You should have left when you had the chance."
Panic set in as the entity began to move closer. Desperate
to escape, the friends ran outside, only to find the forest shrouded in a thick
fog. The whispers grew deafening, and the shadows seemed to come alive,
reaching out to ensnare them. Sarah knew they had to find a way out before the
forest claimed them as its next victims.