I realized my phone was dying when I tried to take a video of the trees by the road.

There was something about the sun rising behind them.

When I scanned the silhouettes of the trees, it looked like a barcode that told the stories of those who lived long ago.

Sometimes you could relax your eyes and picture them.

Old hunters, children running, and wild animals looking for a place to stay in the winter.

I think it was a lack of signal that made my phone die faster.

I don't know if that was a thing back then, but I had charged it up that morning and now it was at less than 10%.

The charger was in my bag in the back part of the van.

I could have reached it if I tried hard enough, but all five of us were squeezed together with

more bags on our labs and on the floor. I told them we wouldn't need that much food for such a

short camping trip, and I was right, but not for that reason. Fear has a way of ruining your

appetite. Today's story will bring us into the mysteries of the woods again, but this

time with a chance to find some answers. My name is Edwin, and here's a scary story.

Darren was fast asleep in the front passenger seat.

The only two comfortable people in the minivan were him and the driver.

Well, the driver had a bunch of sheets and maps in front of him against the window,

and he thought it would be a good idea to decorate the entire dashboard with these mini,

hairy monsters, collectibles from there, I think.

Out in these areas, people seem to have their own things going on.

It's why we needed them for the trip.

Otherwise, you would have just taken two cars.

They knew how essential they were, though, so they charged what they were worth.

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