The Forest in Appalachia Remembered Her Face and Followed Her Home

The Skinwalker

Harper returned to the road where it all began: Route 19 near Red Rock. The fog was thick, the forest silent. This time, she didn’t run. She waited. And it came. This time, it walked upright, wearing her face, her coat, and her scar. The smile didn’t reach its eyes. “I wore your fear first,” it said. Now I’ll wear your name.”

It reached toward her, hand stretching longer, bones popping, joints bending the wrong way. Harper closed her eyes, but felt nothing. It leaned close and whispered, “You already said yes.” Then it turned and walked away like it had all the time in the world.

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