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We reach the trees. Jameson turns on the flashlight of his phone and shines it into the forest. Nothing moves. Nothing hides from the light.
Nothing doesanything.
“One of the plants in the greenhouse moved,” he mentions.
That makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Well. That’s…that’s a thing plants do. They move. Especially if an animal got into the greenhouse and rustled around.”
“They don’t usually move like they’re watching, I don’t think.”
Jameson,I want to hiss.We should run.
But there might be kids here, and if I’m this creeped out, I can’t imagine what it would be like to be a child.
“And,” he continues. “We haven’t seen a single animal since we got here.”
“Oh my God.” I grab his elbow. “We’re in a horror movie, and we’re the fools who decided to go check out the strange sound.”
“Wouldn’t you say it’s more theabsenceof—”
“Are there supposed to be other buildings out here?”
“I don’t know.”
A path comes into view in the wash of light from his phone.
“Nope. No. I’m not going into the creepy forest path. That’s just—”
Someone shouts.
It echoes across the grass. Jameson puts his arm around me and drags us down the path. We reach a curve and go around it, and then Jameson pulls me into the trees and pushes me up against the large trunk.
He has both arms propped by my head, his body close like he’s going to shield me from whatever mystery person has appeared on this murder-farm.
“Shh,” he says.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Jameson covers my mouth with his hand.
My heart beats so hard that I can’t hear much of anything. This must be whatrealadrenaline feels like—jittery and cold and like I’ve had several gallons of an energy drink that should probably be illegal on account of the outrageous caffeine content.
When he must be sure I’m not going to make any noise, Jameson takes his hand away and turns off the flashlight of his phone.
“Are they coming?” I whisper, as quietly as I can.
“I don’t know. I can’t see a fucking thing.”
“That feels like an oversight.”
“Sometimes you have to improvise.”
He pushes away from the tree and glances around. We’re in a small clearing, a shaft of moonlight shining down on us. The rest of the forest is mostly obscured.
“Is there another path?”
Jameson turns away from the tree. “I’ll find—fuck.”
“Are you okay?”
