In the depths of darkness

installed until then seemed to break, giving way to an electrical tension. Lucas f

Mathias whispered, his

teps, her instinct shouted to flee. – We sho

a forced smile. -Calm down. It's surely ju

y rustling, as if something slipped among the dead leaves. Mathias hugged h

? Where are the birds? Where are the usu

Listen, you let yourself be influenced by the atmosphe

d fear. – It's not a question of supernatural, Luc

a third creak sounded, much closer than the previous ones. The th

evice and pointed the lens to the trees.

mixing with the ambient silence. Lucas, increasingly

her firm fingers. – N

ation in his gaze. She was not going to give in. Mathias lowe

ing. – All right. You win. But

h each step. She had the oppressive feeling that something followed them, but each tim

ving room, the faces stretched. Mélanie g

something? She asked

laxed tone. – Just a few crackles. N

They were not just cracking. Mélanie

mples. – I took photos ... I don't know what I have c

er beating heart to break

ered around him. He scrolled through the clichés, showing view

t there was nothing t

her spine. – It's not a s

are all putting your head getting up. Shadows, noises

ms, the air of the air

ance. He observed the faces of his friends, realizing that

ead into the rooms of the house, as a silent presence. Even Hugo

silence of the house was oppressive, interspersed with strange noises – a floo

ard steps in the corridor. She straightened up, held her ear. T

ted by a movement near the lake. She thought she saw a motio

a start when a thud sounded in his room.

os. In each image, he had the feeling that he saw something n

eryone rushed, finding themselves in the living room. The faces

tself was aware of their presence ... a

es illuminated by the low flickering light of a lamp. Th

d Mélanie, her voic

hing to say immediately. He swept the piece

e ends up saying, but his

d? All windows are closed, Lucas. Stop finding

. – You are seriously starting to freak out for nothing. It's just

rcle of stones? Shadows in the phot

– What I captured in these woods ... It was not "logical". These shadows

nally, Mélanie clenched her fists and declared: - We have to l

stop, mel. We are here to have fun. We are not go

ear. Something doesn't want us to be here, Lucas. You can conti

ds seeming to infiltrate her thoughts. Fi

. – I'm going to my room. If someone still he

to their own refuge in the house. The shadow of fea