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6/30/2025, 6:28:01 AM
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> week later, things get worse
> dreams every night
> always in those woods
> but different
> trees are black and twitching
> sky is red and humming like a broken TV
> keep seeing that shack
> but now it’s clean
> fresh
> inside is a woman sitting on the bed
> long black hair covering her face
> whispers to me
> “it’s waiting for a name”
> wake up screaming
> decide to research “CORA”
> ask around town, mostly old folks
> most shut me down
> one old guy who used to be a forest ranger says the name rings a bell
> says there was a girl named Cora who went missing in the 1940s
> her family lived near Devil’s Gut
> whole family vanished over the course of two weeks
> house was found abandoned, table still set for dinner
> one of the searchers apparently came back talking about “a pale thing that spoke in her voice”
> guy laughs like he doesn’t believe it, but his eyes say otherwise
> before I leave, he says “if you see her, don’t speak your name. She feeds on that.”
> later that night, get another call
> this time it's from *my own number*
> pick up like an idiot
> no sound
> then a low static crackle
> then my own voice:
> “you left the door open.”
> sprint to the front door
> locked
> but there’s *muddy prints* on the inside of the doorframe
> don’t sleep that night
> grandma starts burning something in every room
> says it’s “sweetgrass and iron shavings”
> won’t let me sleep alone anymore
> she sets the railroad spike above the front door
> starts whispering prayers in a language I don’t recognize
> she says, “you need to end it. You have to give her a name.”
> plan to return to the shack
> prepare this time
> flashlight, real iron crowbar, salt, phone, spike
> grandma gives me this old locket
> inside is a picture of a little girl
> she says, “if she sees this, she’ll remember.”
> don’t ask questions
> just take it
> hike out into Devil’s Gut again
4/?
> week later, things get worse
> dreams every night
> always in those woods
> but different
> trees are black and twitching
> sky is red and humming like a broken TV
> keep seeing that shack
> but now it’s clean
> fresh
> inside is a woman sitting on the bed
> long black hair covering her face
> whispers to me
> “it’s waiting for a name”
> wake up screaming
> decide to research “CORA”
> ask around town, mostly old folks
> most shut me down
> one old guy who used to be a forest ranger says the name rings a bell
> says there was a girl named Cora who went missing in the 1940s
> her family lived near Devil’s Gut
> whole family vanished over the course of two weeks
> house was found abandoned, table still set for dinner
> one of the searchers apparently came back talking about “a pale thing that spoke in her voice”
> guy laughs like he doesn’t believe it, but his eyes say otherwise
> before I leave, he says “if you see her, don’t speak your name. She feeds on that.”
> later that night, get another call
> this time it's from *my own number*
> pick up like an idiot
> no sound
> then a low static crackle
> then my own voice:
> “you left the door open.”
> sprint to the front door
> locked
> but there’s *muddy prints* on the inside of the doorframe
> don’t sleep that night
> grandma starts burning something in every room
> says it’s “sweetgrass and iron shavings”
> won’t let me sleep alone anymore
> she sets the railroad spike above the front door
> starts whispering prayers in a language I don’t recognize
> she says, “you need to end it. You have to give her a name.”
> plan to return to the shack
> prepare this time
> flashlight, real iron crowbar, salt, phone, spike
> grandma gives me this old locket
> inside is a picture of a little girl
> she says, “if she sees this, she’ll remember.”
> don’t ask questions
> just take it
> hike out into Devil’s Gut again
4/?
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