Yamy

Part 3 - A Trail Left Behind
🔍 HOOK: The old man warned me. I should have listened. But when I saw the tracks, I knew I was too deep to turn back. Something was here. Something big. And it was leaving a trail. 👣
The next morning, Yamy set out into the woods. Armed with her camera and notebook, she followed a narrow deer path, her breath visible in the crisp morning air. The town may have been too afraid to speak, but she knew the truth was buried in these trees.
That’s when she found them.
The footprints were massive—at least twenty inches long, pressed deep into the damp earth. The weight of whatever made them was staggering. No human could have left these. Not even a bear.
She crouched, running her fingers over the ridges of the print. It was fresh.
Something had passed through here. Recently.
A rustling noise sent her heart hammering against her ribs. She spun around, camera ready—
But there was nothing.
Yet, the forest felt different now. The air heavier. The silence… unnatural.
⚠️ To be continued... ⚠️
👀 What do you think made the tracks? Could it be real? Or is something else lurking in Black Hollow? Let’s hear your theories below! ⬇️

# # # **👁️ Chapter 20: The Watcher in the Window**

Yamy **had escaped.**

Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

She sat at her desk, flipping through her **notes from the forest**—maps, journal entries, symbols she still couldn’t decipher. The **bone charm** lay beside her, its surface worn smooth by her fingers.

For weeks, she had tried to move on. To convince herself that the cave, the creatures, **the ritual**—it was all behind her now.

And yet…

🔥 **She couldn’t sleep.**
🔥 **She couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.**
🔥 **Every night, the air in her apartment felt just a little too heavy.**

She sighed, rubbing her temples. Maybe she was just being paranoid.

Then… **a flicker.**

A **shift in the shadows.**

Something **outside the window.**

👁️ **Two glowing eyes.**

She froze.

Her breath hitched. **The room suddenly felt too small. Too quiet.**

She turned slowly, pulse hammering. The window was dark. The street outside empty. **But she knew what she had seen.**

🔥 **She had never truly escaped.**
🔥 **Something had followed her home.**

And deep down, she knew—**this was far from over.**

👇 **Comment below—what do you think Yamy brought back with her?** Is she safe, or has she been marked forever?