A group of five strangers meet at a quiet forest campsite, all traveling alone. As night falls, they decide to sit around a fire and tell scary stories. One hiker, a quiet man with a blank expression, begins describing a gruesome murder story that supposedly he heard just few days ago in a nearby town.
He starts by narrating in detail how a stranger about his height entered the home of a family of four. He describes how the stranger attacked the family without any remorse. He describes the exact number of stab wounds, the way the victim begged, there the body was hidden before the police found it and what the victims said with their last breath.
Everyone listens, thinking it’s just urban legend material until another camper, a police officer off duty, realizes the details match a real case that hasn’t been released to the public yet. The officer stands up, heart racing, and quietly texts his station. Meanwhile, the stranger keeps talking, slipping deeper into the story until he begins to smile. When the officer tries to confront him, the man simply says.
“Oh I wasn’t telling a story. I was remembering.”
Right after, the campfire goes out by itself and the hiker plus one of the people present, disappeared without a trace.
