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She had a rule, never camp near water. Something about it made her nervous, the cold humidity, the fog, the reflections. But when her friends planned a weekend deep in the pine forests, she didn't want to be the only one who refused. There were nine of them, four tents, one small fire and no cell reception. They set up camp just off the trail by a narrow ravine where a shallow stream whispered through broken stone. The area was untouched, too quiet, surrounded by trees that bent inward like they were trying to listen. Inga didn't say anything, but her chest tightened the moment the last tent was staked. She hadn't been sleeping well even before the trip, but now her insomnia came with cold sweat and an edge of nausea. The forest didn't feel like it was resting. The first two nights passed with laughter, alcohol and harmless tears. They took blurry photos by the fire, roasted food, told stories. But Inga never laughed long. She kept hearing something. It wasn't an animal. It wasn't the wind. The sound came from beneath the earth, a low, dragging noise like something being pulled through MUD. Only at night and only when she was alone. On the third night, she fell asleep before midnight for the first time. She woke up choking. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes shut open, but her body refused to follow. She was frozen in her sleeping bag, arm stiff, tongue leaden. Only her eyes could move.