The last light of evening bled through the pines as Eric followed the trail back toward the parking lot. For the past mile, he had heard something behind him. Not footsteps. Not exactly. A wet scrape. Then silence. Then another scrape, closer. Each time he turned around, the forest stood empty. He quickened his pace. The sound quickened too. When he reached a bend in the trail, he glanced back one final time. Between the trees, something pale seemed to lean away from sight. Eric stumbled, looked down for half a second, and looked back up. Nothing was there. The forest was still. The next morning, his backpack was found beside the trail.
Kult: +10
Kull: +2
Total: 12
Ratio: 5.00