People would whisper about the ghosts that would roam the forest, spirits who would whisper your darkest thoughts back to you. Jordan never believed in the rumours. They didn’t believe in ghosts. Of course they didn’t; ghosts obviously weren’t real.
They set up their tent in a small clearing away from the undergrowth, camera ready to record everything that might happen. The air was damp and chilly, but the fire was warm, and Jordan was well prepared with blankets.
Jordan stayed in the forest for two nights, but the only ghosts they heard were the ones in their own head.