Seventy-three days alone in a fire tower on Ridge 9. No roads, no neighbors, no radio contact except the 6 a.m. check-in. My job was simple: watch the trees and report smoke.
On the ninth night, I saw something standing at the treeline. It didn't move. It didn't leave. And every night after that, it was a little closer.
This is the transcript of my logbook, exactly as I wrote it.
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Seventy-three days alone in a fire tower on Ridge 9. No roads, no neighbors, no radio contact except the 6 a.m. check-in. My job was simple: watch the trees and report smoke.
On the ninth night, I saw something standing at the treeline. It didn't move. It didn't leave. And every night after that, it was a little closer.
This is the transcript of my logbook, exactly as I wrote it.
š§ Best experienced with headphones, lights off. š Subscribe for new creepypasta narrations every week.
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#creepypasta #horrorstories #scarystories #nosleep #firelookout