“You haven’t heard the stories?” Katie said incredulously. “I thought that was the whole appeal of the place. Who goes camping in some random forest if it’s not haunted?” She swung her flashlight around to emphasize the point. The beam cut weakly through the clinging mist, creating monsters out of shadow as its beam crossed hanging moss and craggy rock.
Sonja shivered. “I do.” She reconsidered. “Well, I mean, it doesn’t really have to be haunted, you know, if-“
