The scary island

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nto a frenzy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. The pilot, a griz

led above the din of t

The rush of the wind was exhilarating, but my excitement was short-lived. A

y life. The island was small, with dense jungle in the center and rocky cliffs that plunged

The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, but beneath that

As night began to fall, I built a small fire using driftwood and dry leaves. The flame

, I thought it was just the wind rustling through the leaves, but then I heard it

t shivers down my spine. I threw more wood on the fire, trying to di

I began to feel like I was being stalked, and I couldn't shak

e darkness. I jumped back, my heart racing, and that's when I saw i

ed like embers in the dark. I froze, my breath caught

ared, the figure vanished. The cries stop

ted for the figure to return. But it didn't, and as the sun

l parked on the beach. But as I approached the plane, I saw that the

le. Whatever you do, do

n my spine. What had happened to the pilot? A

ut. I took a deep breath, shouldered my

sentinels. I pushed my way through the underbrush, my sense

tone statue, covered in vines and moss. The statue depicted a figure with glowing e

the words indistinguishable but the malevolent intent c

before, now blazed with an otherworldly energy. I felt myself being drawn t

ers. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of being co

The plane was still parked nearby, but the pilot was nowhere to be seen.