But all he got was a whisper. Laura's voice maybe? He stopped. Planted his feet firm in the leaf strewn forest floor. Slowed his breathing. The whisper got louder.
"Help me!" It was Laura's voice but there was another as well.
"Help, she's fallen. Anyone?"
Where were they? How could he hear them but not see them? The heavy mist curtained his view of what lay beyond. He called out. "I'm here. Hang on. I'm coming. Talk to me so I can find you. Where are you?"
The whispers echoed off the fog, bounced around the trees, making it impossible to know which direction they came from. And there were more of them now. Multiple voices calling out, asking for help. But all in whispers.
Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe he was just imagining the voices. That would be something the darkness might do to a man, make him go crazy, play on his weaknesses. Keep him lost and uncertain, walking in circles for hours until he collapsed unable to move, and then the darkness could sweep in and take him wholly.
Another whisper. "Steven, please. This way. I can see you." Laura's voice.
It was indeed Laura. He stumbled forward, reaching his hands in front of him to help find the way in the ever thickening fog. It choked him, filled his eyes, his mouth with each breath. He tripped over something and fell face first into ...
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