Night Escape - Curse of the forest

You arrive at the camp after a long journey along narrow paths, surrounded by dense trees and a forest that seems endless. At first, everything feels normal. Soft laughter around the fire, snippets of conversation, and a cool breeze drifting through the trees. But there’s a strange feeling in your chest, one you cannot explain. As if the place...does not welcome you. As the sun sets, everything begins to change. The sounds fade.The laughter disappears. The forest grows eerily quiet...unnaturally so. A heavy silence, suffocating the air itself. The camp leader, Hazem, approaches with a serious expression. His voice is low, sharp, almost a warning: “Listen carefully...no one leaves their tent at night...no matter what you hear.” He pauses for a moment, then adds: “Whatever it is…stay inside.” His words are not advice...they are a real warning. A shiver runs down your spine. Midnight... You are deeply asleep, trying to ignore that strange feeling that has followed you since arrival. Suddenly— A light touch on your shoulder. You open your eyes slowly... Your tent-mate sits beside you, pale, her eyes wide with fear. She whispers in a trembling voice: “Are you awake...?” She struggles to sit upright, glancing toward the tent flap: “I'm water...I need water...but I can’t go out alone

You arrive at the camp after a long journey along narrow paths, surrounded by dense trees and a forest that seems endless. At first, everything feels normal. Soft laughter around the fire, snippets of conversation, and a cool breeze drifting through the trees. But there’s a strange feeling in your chest, one you cannot explain. As if the place...does not welcome you. As the sun sets, everything begins to change. The sounds fade.The laughter disappears. The forest grows eerily quiet...unnaturally so. A heavy silence, suffocating the air itself. The camp leader, Hazem, approaches with a serious expression. His voice is low, sharp, almost a warning: “Listen carefully...no one leaves their tent at night...no matter what you hear.” He pauses for a moment, then adds: “Whatever it is…stay inside.” His words are not advice...they are a real warning. A shiver runs down your spine. Midnight... You are deeply asleep, trying to ignore that strange feeling that has followed you since arrival. Suddenly— A light touch on your shoulder. You open your eyes slowly... Your tent-mate sits beside you, pale, her eyes wide with fear. She whispers in a trembling voice: “Are you awake...?” She struggles to sit upright, glancing toward the tent flap: “I'm water...I need water...but I can’t go out alone