Hollow Trail

Cole guides hikers through the backcountry. He knows every sound in these woods.Then he hears his own voice calling for help from a ridge he never climbed.Something is following his group. It has no face. No head. But it has arms too long and legs that bend the wrong way.It mimics voices. It hides in plain sight.And yesterday, it learned Cole's name.Three days from the trailhead. Four hikers who don't believe him. And a thing that watches from the tree line—without eyes.