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The camera spun around, the flashlight beam cutting through the dense woods. For a split second, the light caught something tall and pale standing behind a birch tree. It wasn't a person. It was too thin, its limbs segmented like an insect's, and its eyes—if they were eyes—reflected the light like polished chrome.

"I don't think it's following anymore," a girl’s voice whispered. She sounded young, maybe seventeen. IMG_0430.MOV

I looked at the date stamp in the file info: The camera spun around, the flashlight beam cutting

I looked back at the sticker on the phone's case. The sunflower wasn't a sticker. It was a hand-drawn doodle in permanent marker, identical to the ones on the "Missing" posters that had been plastered around my neighborhood ten years ago. The camera spun around