The trail wasn't very well built and nobody seemed to mind.
It went right through the forest in big circuits, broken up by platforms overlooking the floor.
By day it was hauntingly beautiful, truly picturesque and serene.
By night the familiar pathways twisted and ran in circles, losing all who walked it until dawn.
When searched for only traces remained of these people, these night wanderers.
A boot casually tossed into a bush, a jacket lying on a post, hair caught high up in branches.
They have never been found, not even sniffer dogs can catch their trace among the forest.
The entire trail was almost closed off several times but in the end they restricted walks to tours only.
So it remained like that for years, fewer people went missing and yet more items were found.
Still no clues were found as to the people's whereabouts until a phone was picked up by a tour-guide.
It had been precariously balancing on the edge of a plank, just above a small stream.
Police took it as evidence, hoping it contained some hint of their location or state of being.
After charging it was easy enough to unlock - the person had set their passcode to 1-2-3-0.
After calling a contact labelled "JP" they got an ID on her.
A woman aged 27 who went missing nine years ago.
Their next step was searching the phone for evidence that she was still alive.
Only one photo had been taken, according to the tech results.
A photo of her sitting in the same spot the phone was found in, it looked to be late evening.
She was smiling and it looked like someone wearing green was sitting next to her.
This stranger might be her kidnapper, they finally had something!
Looking further into her phone they found a video taken in the same location.
It was hours after the photo according to the angle of the sun.
She was lying down, eyes closed and smiling.
A bone-like green arm came into frame and stroked her face.
That same shade of green began to seep into her skin as her smile faded.
It was then that the camera began jerking and shaking as she appeared to be having a seizure.
The phone was flung to one side showing her entire upper half spasming uncontrollably.
It also showed the emaciated green arm stretching inhumanly further.
Either the body was off-screen or it was a puppet of some kind.
As her body came to a halt the hand reached over to bring the camera closer to her face.
Her entire body was that sickly shade of green now and her eyes were bloodshot and bleeding.
It was then she spoke those seven unforgettable words.
Don't look for us. We are home.
And the video ended.
And they never found her body, nor any of the others to go missing.
And the forest expanded.
And nobody questioned the new trees whose knots looked so painfully familiar, like an old friend.
It went right through the forest in big circuits, broken up by platforms overlooking the floor.
By day it was hauntingly beautiful, truly picturesque and serene.
By night the familiar pathways twisted and ran in circles, losing all who walked it until dawn.
When searched for only traces remained of these people, these night wanderers.
A boot casually tossed into a bush, a jacket lying on a post, hair caught high up in branches.
They have never been found, not even sniffer dogs can catch their trace among the forest.
The entire trail was almost closed off several times but in the end they restricted walks to tours only.
So it remained like that for years, fewer people went missing and yet more items were found.
Still no clues were found as to the people's whereabouts until a phone was picked up by a tour-guide.
It had been precariously balancing on the edge of a plank, just above a small stream.
Police took it as evidence, hoping it contained some hint of their location or state of being.
After charging it was easy enough to unlock - the person had set their passcode to 1-2-3-0.
After calling a contact labelled "JP" they got an ID on her.
A woman aged 27 who went missing nine years ago.
Their next step was searching the phone for evidence that she was still alive.
Only one photo had been taken, according to the tech results.
A photo of her sitting in the same spot the phone was found in, it looked to be late evening.
She was smiling and it looked like someone wearing green was sitting next to her.
This stranger might be her kidnapper, they finally had something!
Looking further into her phone they found a video taken in the same location.
It was hours after the photo according to the angle of the sun.
She was lying down, eyes closed and smiling.
A bone-like green arm came into frame and stroked her face.
That same shade of green began to seep into her skin as her smile faded.
It was then that the camera began jerking and shaking as she appeared to be having a seizure.
The phone was flung to one side showing her entire upper half spasming uncontrollably.
It also showed the emaciated green arm stretching inhumanly further.
Either the body was off-screen or it was a puppet of some kind.
As her body came to a halt the hand reached over to bring the camera closer to her face.
Her entire body was that sickly shade of green now and her eyes were bloodshot and bleeding.
It was then she spoke those seven unforgettable words.
Don't look for us. We are home.
And the video ended.
And they never found her body, nor any of the others to go missing.
And the forest expanded.
And nobody questioned the new trees whose knots looked so painfully familiar, like an old friend.
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