Beneath the Silent Sky

Previously

…And then they heard it. A low, guttural chittering, coming from the dense treeline surrounding the campsite. It was a sound that spoke of hunger, of ancient malice. “It’s here,” Ethan whimpered, his eyes wide with terror. Leo looked at his friends, their faces a mask of fear. He saw the panic in Ethan’s eyes, the grim determination on Sam’s face, the sheer terror etched onto Caleb’s usually jovial features. They were trapped. The fun camping trip had become a desperate fight for survival. The chittering grew louder, closer. Shadows began to dance at the edge of the clearing. They were not alone. And the woods, beneath the silent sky, were no longer just watchful. They were hungry.