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Panic gripped Eva, crowding out rational thought as she tried to call her dad again. Still no signal on her phone. She stuffed it back in her pocket when a warm light drew her attention. It was too bright to be a flashlight. Perhaps a streetlight or even a house. She sprinted toward it.

Eva’s lungs burned, and cramps twisted her legs. She paused and gasped for breath. They weren’t that big. She should already be out of the woods. But she was surrounded by dense foliage, far denser than anything that should be in Norman’s Woods.

Eva glanced behind her, but the path was gone. The woods misty. She stared at the path ahead. And ran.