Maybe you can get a better view from the high ground. You should always take the high ground. You start hiking, the sharpened branches closing in around the trail.
It’s steep. You’re practically climbing, scrambling up roots and rocks. By the time you make it to the top it’s nearly nightfall, and you can hardly see the forest floor. A light snow begins to fall, further obscuring your vision.
You fumble for the flashlight on your phone when you hear:
“Hey! Is that you? Come over here. Quickly!”
It’s not a voice you recognize. Still, your only other option is to backtrack into the gorge.
Homecoming of Horrors 