>Soft crunches of woodland twigs and leaves underfoot as Janet leads me deeper into the woods again. Cryptid hunting as it so happens, yet again. I can't say I'm that excited about having to traipse out here over and over with her but at least we're spending time together. Whatever.
>"I swear I saw smoke here earlier." Janet points her flashlight deeper into the woods, casting long uncomfortable shadows.
>"How long ago was this?" I play along slightly.
>"Few hours back, saw it on the way home."
>"And you're sure this wasn't just some campers?"
>Janet huffs and stops. "Cmon, Greene."
>"Alright, sure. What are we after?" Her smile returns as we restart our marching pace.
>"Dunno." Good god. She's lucky she's cute.
>We keep moving forward and to my extreme surprise the air starts getting slightly foggier.
>My nerves start tensing up. The smoke smells... off. Something's burning and it's not a campfire. My nostrils flare up and burn. I spy a small light, further in.
>Janet pauses, standing stock straight as she takes in the smog as well. My ears start to pick up some sort of pulsing, bassy noise.
>I swallow, the burning air stinging my throat as it pushes down into my being. Janet takes a step forward.
>I fire a terrified whisper. "Hey maybe this isn't the best of ideas?"
>I'm shushed and dragged forward, my heels threatening to dig into the ground as I'm taken.
>We start to get closer, smog thickening and noise thumping louder. It's rhythmical and rattles my bones.
>As I peer, squinting I notice movement. A figure in the smoky shadows. Long and limber.
>It's gesticulating, arms moving and folding. Whatever the hell it is, it's not noticed us.
>Janet, either brave or surprisingly stupid, yanks us forward. I refuse heartily, my feet like leaden bricks.
>"Greene!?" her voice is a shouting whisper
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