The Lost

The night was dark and stormy, the wind howling through the trees as a group of friends set out on a camping trip. They had planned to spend the weekend hiking in the mountains, enjoying the beautiful scenery and getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

As they made their way up the winding trail, the rain began to pour down, making it difficult to see. They stumbled along, relying on their flashlights to guide them.

Suddenly, one of the friends, a woman named Emily, slipped on a wet rock and tumbled down the side of the mountain. The others rushed to her aid, but when they reached the bottom, they found that Emily was nowhere to be seen.

They searched for hours, calling out her name, but there was no sign of her. As the night wore on, the group realized that they were lost. The rain had turned into a full-blown thunderstorm, and they had no idea which way to go.

Exhausted and frightened, they huddled together under a makeshift shelter, trying to stay warm and dry. But as the hours passed, they began to hear strange noises coming from the woods around them.

At first, it was just the rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs. But soon, the noises became louder and more persistent. They sounded like footsteps, but they were too heavy to be made by an animal.

The friends tried to reassure each other, telling themselves that it was just their imagination. But as the night wore on, the noises grew more and more unsettling. They could hear something breathing heavily, its hot breath on the back of their necks.

Finally, they could take it no longer. They set out into the stormy night, desperate to find their way back to civilization. But as they stumbled along, they realized that they were being followed.

Whatever it was that was pursuing them, it was getting closer and closer. They could hear it breathing down their necks, its fetid breath making them gag. They tried to run, but their exhaustion made it difficult to keep up the pace.

Suddenly, they stumbled upon a clearing. In the centre of the clearing stood a dilapidated cabin, its windows boarded up and its door hanging off its hinges.

The friends rushed inside, hoping to find refuge from the storm and whatever was chasing them. But as soon as they stepped inside, they knew they had made a terrible mistake.

The cabin was filled with strange artefacts, relics of a time long gone. The walls were covered in strange symbols and markings, and there was a strange smell in the air, like rotting flesh.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from outside. It was the sound of something scratching at the door, trying to get in. The friends huddled together, paralyzed with fear as they waited for whatever was outside to break through.

But it never did. The scratching stopped, and there was silence once again.

As they sat there in the dark, the friends realized that they were not alone in the cabin. They could feel the presence of something watching them, its malevolent gaze fixed upon them.

And then, they saw it. A figure appeared in the shadows, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. It was the ghost of a man, one who had died in the cabin many years ago.

The friends tried to flee, but the ghost was too strong. It held them in its grasp, tormenting them with visions of their worst fears and nightmares. It showed them the depths of their own fears and insecurities, driving them mad with terror.

In the end, the friends were never seen again. They had become lost in the storm, both physically and mentally, their souls trapped in the cabin with the vengeful spirit that haunted it.