The Forest in Appalachia Remembered Her Face and Followed Her Home

A Second Harper

On a grocery run, half-zoned out from lack of sleep, Harper saw herself. It wasn’t a reflection or a lookalike. It was the same person in the same coat with the same scar on the knuckle and the same slow blink. Standing three aisles over, it stayed standing, watching and smiling.

Harper turned and sprinted out. In the parking lot, she checked and stayed vigilant, but nothing followed. That night, her neighbor swore they saw her outside around 3 a.m., standing barefoot at the edge of the road, grinning. Harper had been asleep, or she thought she had. When she checked her feet, they were covered in fresh dirt.

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