The Forest in Appalachia Remembered Her Face and Followed Her Home

Something Knew Her Name

At a rest stop bathroom, Harper leaned over the sink, trying to calm her shaking hands. Then a voice came from the last stall. “Harper.” It was just her name and nothing else. She ran out, her heart pounding as she forcefully threw the door open. But the bathroom was empty. Written on the mirror in the steam was something worse: “It likes how you taste.”

Her stomach turned. She didn’t eat the rest of the day. That night, she dreamed of something licking the inside of her wrist, slow and thoughtful, like it was getting to know her. And when she woke, the scratches on her chest were deeper.

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