You guys ever hear of the Silence Zone? Eric said when he first brought up the idea.

Some old local rumour about part of the forest where no sound exists.

The planet started as another escape.

Eric, Rachel, Megan and I needed a break from the noise, the constant hum of the city, the stress

of work, and the endless barrage of emails and notifications.

We did this for years by going camping, always chasing that sense of freedom that only

nature could offer.

For this time, we wanted something different, something truly remote.

Rachel rolled her eyes and leaned back in a chair. Sounds like a bunch of superstition,

probably something to do with the acoustics or the natural sound barrier, her tone dripping

with skepticism.

Could be interesting. It might be nice to actually experience some real peace and quiet for once,

I added, half joking, though part of me was intrigued. A truly silent area sounded perfect

for that.

Eric had found a spot while digging through obscure online hiking forums.

It wasn't on any official maps, and that made it perfect.

A remote patch of National Forest far off the beaten path, where few hikers dared to venture. The main attraction though was a legend that came with it. That idea stuck with us. The silence, as eerie as it sounded,

had a strange appeal, a break from the constant noise of modern life, exactly what we were after.

The trip was set, and we were excited to disappear into the wilderness for the weekend.

The drive-out was long but familiar. Miles of winding roads led us deeper into the National Forest. The trees

growing denser as we left civilization behind. By the time we parked at the last trailhead,

the car felt out of place in the thick woods. This is where we head in, Eric said, pointing at a barely visible trail.

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