[The shadows move like live things in the beam of his flashlight, seeming to twist like tentacles as they move to flank him. Between the trees, the sky is beginning to turn dark blue, but more important than the fading light is the faint static developing on the camera's display screen, as though the inanimate object understands the horror of what it's capturing and is striving not to.
There, just for an instant, when he pans the camera over his shoulder, is a shape darker than the gathering dusk, surmounted by something paler than the bark of the trees.]
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There, just for an instant, when he pans the camera over his shoulder, is a shape darker than the gathering dusk, surmounted by something paler than the bark of the trees.]