The last thing they heard from the boy was the flashlight hitting the leaf carpeted ground after the boy disappeared. Everyone froze, looking at the spot where the boy disappeared. It wasn’t hard to see. The flashlights glow lit the area, although muted from being on the ground and shining through the underbrush.
His girlfriend, still sitting on the log, called his name. Then she stood up, still calling his name. Her pleas for him to answer became more desperate and she headed into the woods, toward that spot, with a flashlight still glowed. The others watched as she did this, not knowing what to do, not sure if it was the right thing to do. She walked, then she ran towards that spot. She reached it, grab the flashlight, turned it around, looked around, called his name innumerable times.
It was hard to see her, through the trees and the dark, and glare of the light as it started left and right. And then for the second time, it hit the ground.
And then there were six.
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