One night, a group of teenage YouTube vloggers—famous for exploring abandoned houses and eerie places to entertain their audience—arrived in Zemura. Despite repeated warnings from the villagers, they decided to test their courage.
At 2 a.m., they ventured into the depths of Zemura's dark jungle, livestreaming every step for their channel. At first, everything seemed fine. The camera caught nothing unusual. But the deeper they went, the more unsettling things became.
A faint sound drifted through the trees—like a woman's voice, calling softly, almost sweetly. The sound slipped into their recording, sending a ripple of excitement through the live chat.
The viewers exploded with comments.
"Bro, this is insane!"
"Don't stop, go deeper!"
"Fake! This is all for money, I swear."
"Jesus Christ is with you, no evil spirit can touch you!"
The boys, spurred on by the growing flood of subscriptions and viewers, pressed further into the jungle.
But fear was creeping in too. The boy holding the camera felt the tension from behind him. One of his friends—the tall one with the hoodie—whispered nervously, "Bro… maybe we shouldn't go any deeper." The bespectacled one beside him echoed, "Yeah… something doesn't feel right."
Their fear became comedy for the audience.
"Hahaha! What a bunch of cowards!"
"There's no ghost here, losers."
The boy carrying the flashlight laughed, trying to brush off the dread. "You guys are scared already? Go back if you want. I'm not leaving."
Reluctantly, the two nervous ones refused to abandon the group. Together, they trudged deeper into the suffocating darkness.
Then—without warning—one of them vanished.
It happened in a blink.
In a second he was there, walking in step with his friends. The next, he stood alone. The jungle around him was swallowed in silence, his team nowhere to be seen. His pulse hammered in his chest.
"What the hell? They were right here!"
Panicked, he spun around, desperate to find them. That's when he saw it.
From the shadows emerged a twisted, grotesque figure—its face distorted, its shape swallowed in blackness. It leaned toward him, shoving an invisible hand into his mouth.
He gagged, clawing at the air, trying to rip the thing's hand out. But there was nothing to grasp—only emptiness, cold and suffocating. His muffled screams shook in his throat as he struggled in vain.
Choking, he prayed under his breath, calling out God's name, clawing at the air as tears stung his eyes.
But only his own echo answered him—empty, hollow, swallowed by the dense, endless dark of Zemura's cursed jungle.
And this time… even the echo did not sound quite human.
To be Continued...